aaaaand chapter two...
She released a shakey breath as she lent over the ledge. The light breeze gently ruffling her hair, and she relished in the feel of it resting warm and soft on the back of her neck. The moonlight danced across the water below her, and her attention was captivated by the way the light shon off the water, how it gently rolled in waves, and she released another deep breath. A shiver shot down her spine as she felt someone's presence behind her. She heard his breaths as he inhaled and exhaled sharply. She knew who he was and didn't know what was keeping her from turning around and running into his arms. She tried to turn but her feet were stuck in place. She tried to turn her head, but it was like attempting to twist stone. Tears filled her eyes as she sensed him moving away, and persisted in trying to face him before it was too late. Almost suddenly her body was free and she found herself turning around to face him. By this time the tears had welled over her eyes and spilled down her cheeks. She wore a thick mask of indifference, only cracking where her lips parted and she gasped when she looked into the blonde angels distraught face. Her green eyes met his golden, and another tear rolled down her cheek as she closed her eyes. When she reopened them, gone was the warmth on the back of her neck, and gone was her dress, replaced with a ghostly hospital gown, and the colour drained from her body. The mysterious blonde angel had nearly disappeared into the distance and she let out a strangled whimper as she was left alone in the dark.
"TAXI!" My best friend Simon half yelled half screeched at the near empty road, his arms flailing making him look like a clinically insane person. The bass from the bar Pandemonium pumped rhythmically like a heartbeat behind us. He turned to me with his eyebrows pinched and his wide brown eyes looking near tears. "Clary...I can't find a taxi..." he slurred. I couldn't help myself, I cracked up laughing at his devastated expression.
"Shh Si, it's fine, we can walk, it's not far" I tried to appease him as sincerely as possible, and honestly failing terribly, my voice pitching up towards the end as I attempted to hold in my laughter. I start to walk towards him, but lost my balance and ended up on my jean clad ass.
"CLARY, CLARY, FUCK, ARE YOU OKAY!? OH GOD, FUCK FUCK FUCK!" Simon cried as he ran over to me, genuinely concerned. A long peel of giggles left my mouth as Simon stood above me, the street light behind his head lighting up his hair and giving it a somewhat glow, like a halo.
"Shh, calm down Si, I'm fiiiiiiine." I said with a lazy grin. He offered me a hand up, which I accepted, and we linked arms and set off stumbling together along the side of the road, heading back to my apartment. The opening few notes of 'Lisztomania' blared from by back pocket as my phone started vibrating. Simon and I got caught up in singing along until I actually occurred to me that someone was calling me. By the time I pulled up out my phone, the ringing had stopped and I was left with 2:34AM glaring at me above a missed call from Mum. Fucking hell, late night...or early morning I thought to myself, internally smiling. After about half an hour, Simon dropped me off at my apartment and I somehow maneuvered my way inside after about a 10 minute battle with the front door. I walked straight to my bedroom and collapsed on my bed, still fully dressed. I closed my eyes and started to drift off, when my dreams were over run by gold eyes and a bright blonde halo.
so, yeah...thankyou to all the PM's and the ah, review 3 I'm off to bed now, please review, I know you're all there, I can see all the traffic stats (all 600 and something of you) please help my feels 3
g'night :) xx
-Clare