|Another side, Another story|
Journal
Why do we write? More importantly, why do I write?
It's because of…those eyes like crystal skies, reflecting twilight. That crafty mind, that thought so much and said so little.
It's because of the way he looked at me when he left me. Maybe I should have left with him.
But something in me couldn't, so I didn't, and now I'm paying the price in blood and residual emotions.
At least, I think that's what they are.
Deja Vu
Do you ever get that feeling that you're seeing something really important? Like, you're speechless, but you're not sure why?
I knew a girl like that once. Or, did I? That's what I'm talking about.
Something on a beach. A collection of seashells. Black hair framed against a white room. And then, it's gone.
I saw a girl like that once. Or, did I? That's what I don't know.
Day 368
Redheads sure have some thick skulls, don't they?
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Wait.
Well, the one I watch sure does. But she'll figure things out in time.
It's almost funny, how someone who annoys you and someone you care for can exist in the same body.
Like different keys on the same ring.
A/N: Was pushing the 200 limit a little here. If you don't count the titles, it's exactly 200 words.
I think I want to write from Axel's POV again sometime.