thirteen: disappeared
you are the truth
I'm screaming these lies
you are the truth
saving my life
There were so many options for Leah at that moment, so many opened doors. Yet Leah chose the worst possible choice. She bolted. After she managed to struggle out of Keenan's sweet, green-eyed gaze, she picked up her chai tea frappucino and just up and left, melting effortlessly into the Seattle rush.
After her feet were tired, she realized they had carried her down Third Street, all the way to the waters' edge. Quickly, Leah darted to a bus bench. She sank into it, her head falling into her hands. Why had she done that? Why had she just run away from the man who held her life in his hands? Why was she so afraid? And more importantly, what was she so afraid of?
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my hands are open
and you are filling them
hands in the air
in the air, in the air, in the air
"Ah, shit." Of course he had scared her away. Keenan watched her dash out, her knuckles white from so tightly gripping her plastic frappucino cup. He started toying with his lip ring again, fuming pissed at himself.
Thoughtlessly, he leaped up, the espresso sloshing inside the styrofoam cup. He burst through the doors of Starbucks and stared at the perpetual motion of the crowd. There were so many faces, but not one of them was Leah's. Frantically, he ran forward, hoping to catch just a glimpse...
The half-empty cup very suddenly fell out of Keenan's hand and splashed his shoes, staining the white rubber toes on his black Converse an ugly brown. And yes, his cup was half-empty. Today wasn't one of Keenan's optimistic days.
sorry this one was a real shortie. thanks a million and one for reviewing! check out "Meteor" (which yes, i did get around to updating) and my newest fanfic contest called 100-Word Drabbles. today is immaculate (just like Adam Lambert's vocals!) so i must go outside and enjoy sprrrrringtime! reviewww! (and check out my MI fics.)