Hello ya'll should join me for a Q&A Session - or just come say hi and lurk - on 16 May 2017, 8PM-10PM Eastern Time Zone (EDT, in the USA). Link is in my profile and on my tumblr. It's not going to be the only chat - I'll have more, so if you're interested, follow this "story" or "Something New" for announcements or check my Tumblr or FFN Profile for dates.
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Okay, the real Something New Snippets, those other ones were from a different story idea... sorry, my laziness shows.
There's something she's not saying. It distorts her eyes like a film on a window, adding doubt where her words ring sincere. The long pauses where her mask falls away when she forgets he can watch her from the cameras above. Something has dampened her spirits and left her to cover listless thoughts with idle chat. She bats away his concerns with distracting pleasures, the only fire that seems to still burn bright.
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He hates that feeling when his body is running his mind and all his decisions are going to lead to regret. It's weakness and psychology playing together with chemicals that let her draw him in. It's weakness and alcohol that takes her hand and leads the way. She makes some excuse and its weakness, again, that has him pulling her down the hall and up the stairs to his hallway. But its the early dash of guilt that has him back tracking and blubbering when he locks eyes with the girl he wished he could have.
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Endings aren't new to her. By now she's been through deaths and break ups, graduations, and choosing, she's lost friends and killed one. If she was using her head she would have known there wouldn't be anything but an ending to that brief moment of joy. Nothing last like the fairytale. Nothing ends in a happily ever after. It's only a question of how much joy could be packed between the beginning and the inevitable end.
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It shouldn't last this long. It's never lasted this long. It's two seconds and then it ends because its a test and its not real. Why won't he wake up? Why is she still pale and bruised with those cloudy blue eyes fading to dull disks as the moisture evaporates? Why is she lifelessly crumpled against their counters and not fading into black? Why can he not wake up? He has to wake up, this has to be a sim. It can't be real.
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It's not that it was horrible or bad, it felt quite nice. He was attentive and even generous. But it didn't calm her or soothe the ache of want that drove her there in the first place. Rather than feeling full and satiated, she felt drained like her very core had been compromised and the dam of her expectations had been broken. It was empty, it was lust, it wasn't love.