Disclaimer: I own nothing but the ideas. (Actually, not even the idea this time. That honor belongs to Manbo-Dead-Behind-the-House-P (I think...I'm terrible with spelling which is why spell check if my best friend.))
Note: I'm not recopying that on any other chapters. Just know that I do not own anything, 'kay?
I laid my head upon the window pane, the cool of the glass soothing my head as I listened to the rustling of the leaves in the bitter storm outside. I stayed there, unmoving, unyielding, nonexistent, from the first pitter of rain to the last chirp of the bluebirds the next morn. I sat there in the corner of my apartment, a smile etched on my features. It wasn't as bright as that one you drew years ago. God, who knows if I'll ever be able to smile like that again? With work and stuff killing me I don't think I have time to smile anymore. What would you say in situations like this? What would you do? I wish you'd answer me. Why won't you answer me? As I looked out, I reminisce about it. About why I'm here, waiting. About why I'm here...
...and about why you're not.