Yes, yet another short chapter, this time it goes into the thoughts of Archie. Hope you enjoy.


Archie sat on a bench in the middle of the park. He needed to clear his head. But no matter how hard he tried, he couldn't. All that he could think about was Atlanta, his Atlanta, the fierce lioness. She was so strong and powerful, so captivating, yet dangerous. The way she never backed down from challenge and always tried her hardest even if it was just a stupid competition. Because she knew, you either win or you die trying. She fought so ferociously that she seemed to roar, her words so full of raw emotion that your knees quaked and the earth seemed to tremble but all that you could do was stand in awe that such power had come from such a small body. She protected her heart and pride as if they were her cubs. Come too close or threaten her security and she would tear you limb from limb, and claw your heart into a million pieces. No one was allowed near unless you proved worthy. A quality that would make most men run for fear of rejection. Yet, Archie loved that about her. The way Atlanta's lip trembled during an argument. Her lips, as dark as blood, but as sweet as sugar. So soft and delicate when he kissed them. Those lips would surely be the end to him. They were his siren song, calling him, urging him to come closer and forget his troubles. How strongly they teased him. He gathered his belongings and headed back home, he was going to win Atlanta back.


Sooo, did you like. I think I may continue to do this every other chapter, kinda give each main character their own drabble( is that a word?) Anways, please comment :D