Sorry I haven't actually been working on anything lately I just got back from my grandparents house for new years. Update for 'a very snowy christmas' should be a couple of days. I apologise if I tend to accidently switch tenses once and a while. Just letting you know I almost failed the grammer part of english class last smester so please don't come after me, unless you're coming after me with something good, like pie.
Hope you like!
Repost: chap. two
My eyes
Pulling back her hands, Rory pushed her laptop back, under the shelves that shadowed her dark cherry wood desk. Deftly, she reached with her tapered fingers to the walkman, pocketing it, and slowly moved from her twirly chair.
Show me how you do that trick
The one that makes me scream he said
The one that makes me laugh he said
And threw his arms around my neck
Show me how you do it
And I promise too, I promise that
I'll run away with you
Hands on hips, she stood, observing her surroundings. Tongue peeking out between her lips to gently slide and rest on her top lip.
She saw the messiness, the seemingly uncontrolled atmosphere of her dorm room. She was caught, and through her calm and collected exterior dark emotions were raging war against her conscience.
How could she love him? She did still love him. A confirmation of something she's broken up about it, this is the first time we've been truly separated since we've met.
Rory looked downwards, her gaze drifting towards her laptop. The screen still bright with her previously written words, reminding her that she needed to wake up early the next morning.
She sighed, responsibilities? Must I? Work, her job, her academic dreams, none of them seemed to matter as much as they used to.
She pulled out the earphones and pulled the walkman from her pocket.
Slowly and gracefully, she folded her legs underneath herself and sat Indian – style on the plush carpeted floor of her small studious room.
This is where I should be. Below everything, look what I've become.
She needed to sleep, her eyes burning with over – use. But restless as she was, her mind itching, refusing to comply with the senescent cry for sleep. (vocabulary word let me know if I misuse any words, or are incorrect in my choice of wording)
Leaning backwards until she was lying fully on her aching back, Rory turned her cheek towards the ceiling, her eyes blank and painful. The sun is rising and red gold lights seep through her closing eyelids.
Breathing, yes, in and ooooout, innnnnn, ouuuttttt. Chest rising slowly and falling gently as she finally fell, softly descending into a dream.
I can feel it. Opening my eyes to a sound, pressing my neck farther, closer to the trunk of the blossoming cherry tree. Singing, a smooth melody, silkily, slowly streaming into my ears, tumbling, avoiding the rocks and gaps in my mind. It was creating a waterfall, a cascading river of sound.
Strangely enough, of the waterfall, there was no end.
Long tan fingers tap my left shoulder. Carefully, elegantly, I tilt my head, ash curls flowing down my chest, and nod.
Holding my hand out he takes it. Intertwining our fingers, and pulls me upward, till our lips meet in a sound kiss.
Softly, so very, very softly as we part, I stumble, and he catched me as he has done so many times before. . . . . . . . .
Rory's eyes opened wide, her mouth opening with a word on her lips: Logan.
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To be continued. . . . . .