I'm sorry I know I know i should be updating 'A very snowy christmas' but I'm in a bit of a rut with that one since the plot bunny and most of my muses have gone to the bahamas where theres no snow and a very sunny beach I would presume. I particularly like snow, so they all left me behind. Bloody goddamn muses and the stupid furry bunny... bunnies, you know, I wish my plot one was like the energizer one, then I could write forever...!
Please enjoy!
Repost: chap. three
Don't Flow?
I ran away from home, a long time ago, and I am never going to go back.
Logan sat on the edge of his bed, he was tired, but he felt a recently familiar string of restlessness. His hands were twitching with false energy and his mind wouldn't stop racing.
He rested his hands on his forehead, to try and calm himself
Work was boring, there was nothing new, the simple grey atmosphere of a suburban office outside of New York had no appeal to him, and yet he almost always found himself in that office more than six days out of an ever longer week.
Everything had fallen apart. His father had died and his mother had taken the money and gone to Hawaii to live in her own so called paradise. So until he came of age, twenty five the age of most trust fund receivers, he would be living off of what he earned.
Is there anything left for him? Finn and Colin, who in hell knew where they where? Not in hell though, he would have heard if one of them had died. They all had graduated more than two years ago, and he no longer attended The Life and Death Brigade's reunions, because he would only be going alone.
His shell of a body was betraying him. His mind leading him into waters better left untouched. He hadn't slept for a few days now, for whenever his eyes closed she appeared.
She, Her, Rory, what ever Logan called her, she would always answer to his fond 'Ace'. Every time he fucked up, she would forgive him, help him, or be there along with him. But that last time, oh, he hadn't fucked up.
He'd fucked someone else.
And he couldn't regret it more.
Looking upwards at the black square clock on the wall, seven thirty, Logan sighed. He stood and shook his head, as if trying to secure his mind inside his skull, but only succeeded in rattling it more. Aero planes overhead, do you think that tomorrow there will be rain in the capital? Or is there just a chance of the creeping cold reaching my heart?
It was ruining them, this breakup, tearing apart so many worlds. Spoken words 'I love you,' a betrayal so hurtful revenge seemed silly, and hatred and longing ruled their small worlds.
Clutching her small hand to her chest Rory closed her eyes, letting tears slip casually from beneath her eyelids, and feeling the thin jaggedpath they drew as they softly descended down her pale face.
She felt the loss, the total utter and complete loss. She had no control, Rory couldn't prevent it, and she just couldn't make herself move forward.
Stop it, make it stop, the pain, she rocked back hands still nestled at her below her breasts. She hated him, loathed him, wanted in some way to have his existence ended.
A sound, no wait, a sweet lullaby of a song seemed to be seeping form under the pile of yellow graph paper on her desk.
Two drifters, off to see the world, there's such a lot of world to see, we're after the same, rainbows end, waiting 'round the bend, my huckleberry friend, moon river, and me.
Rory placed an out stretched hand on the desk top, and slowly sifted through the mess of papers.
Picking up the cell phone, she answered.
'Hello?'
'Rory?'
Okay next part should be comingo out soon, sometime, I guess... If you have any suggestions for ' a very snow christmas' then give 'em to me. pretty please with yummyness on top!
Disclaimer : no one ever said I couldn't put this at the end! I don't own it but I'll ask daddy to buy it for me formy birthday!
I wish...
Song is 'Moon river' from 'breakfast at tiffany's' originally sung by audrey hepburn and written by henry mancini.