A Late Night Drive
Characters: Sapphire Birch
Mentions: Ruby
Pairing: Franticshipping (implied/one sided.)
Word count: 289 (not counting the pesky author note.)
Summery: a wintry, arduous night with cold tears kissing her dark skin.
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The silent, cold, and clear night sky comes to an abrupt. Artificial lights brighten the frosted road, and the silence rivaled against the running engine. It wasn't a perfect night out in the a rural neighborhood.
The eighteen year old, brunette that wore a leather jacket and combat boots growled in a hymn with the rusty car's motor. Her piercing blue eyes brimmed with tears and resent was violently dancing in her vast ocean.
Backing away from her driveway, her knuckles an icy white from her taut grip on the tattered wheel with her shoulders hunched up,almost, to her ears. It was as if she depended her life on it; like her soul was tied to it.
Her chest heaves, forcing her foot down into the gas pedal, she was jerked forward. She gets angrier by the second and every shaky breathe she takes, making her forget to put on her seatbelt.
She drives all night, venting out her ire and discontent. Tears shed, rebelliously down her dark skin. They were cold kisses that held so much meaning. One fat tear traces her plump, dry limps which were gasping for air...
"I don't know what you're talking about. I don't remember something about a confession." The dark haired boy sickly smiled with his glaring, flaming, red eyes.
Her lips parted as a scream, an agonizing and a chagrin scream escaping her hoarse throat from her yelling from earlier before she left the house. Her head slammed against the wheel, and her body falls to the side. Blood trickled down her face, her eyes become dull, and her last thought haunted her as her body becomes immobilized.
"I don't remember at all and I don't want to. Sorry Sapphire."
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Universal/Galaxy: I don't know where this came from, but I love it. The inspiration of writing came out of nowhere really. I was sitting on the coach, it was raining, my bro was asleep, and I had nothing to do.
I was reading(recently) Ibuburu's writing on and I love her Franticshipping works. I don't think she has updated a long time and I don't want to be a 'ghost' writer like some fanfic authors... So I'm going to write a lot of pokespe fanfiction until I die. Hehe ^^'