Hey guys! Sorry I missed Friday’s post but I was crazy busy school and what not. I hope you guys had a wonderful weekend!!
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“So,” She asked, running a finger through her hair, it caught on a tangle. She teared through it, making me wince. Doesn’t that hurt?
“So what?” I repeated, watching her hair closely. Gosh, it was gorgeous. Varying hues and lengths and millions of petals in it. Small braids were nestled in the long locks, gentle waves consistent until the very end, where it was straight. It caught the sunlight so perfectly that I almost didn’t mind sitting in the forest.
She had asked to come here instead the coffee shop, said she had gotten bored of people watching. I had agreed, but it had been reluctant. I hated beginning so close to the opening. It was an ugly reminder. An ugly reminder of what I hadn’t quite escaped. Wet I never would escape.
“So, you never told me where you’re from,” She shrugged, she tore through another knot and I winced again.
“Why would today be any different?” I asked, studying the sky. There were large clouds in the sky, framing small pieces of blue that looked like sapphire jewels. The clouds were dark and brooding, looming over us with a promise. A promise that made the hair on my arms stand on end.
“Cause we’re not in the coffee shop,” she teared more aggressively through her hair as she talked. “And I don’t know… You know me now. Like really well. And I want to know you. So I think it’s only fair.”
“I can’t tell you,” I mumbled, my fingers buried themselves in the long grass. The blades tickled my knuckles. Thunder rumbled in the distance.
“Can’t or won’t Erlik?” She leaned against the tree, her small frame pushed in-between the roots. I watched her for a few seconds longer than I should’ve. She was a goddess. It was that simple. I could stare at her profile for hours. The reason I didn’t let her see my notes was because half of them were sketches or sentences about her. Well, one of the reasons. About her lips and how they had teeth imprints on them because she bit them when she was feeling the least bit confused or nervous. About the freckles on her upper arm. About the veins on her hands. About every detail I could capture. I wrote them because I knew. I knew that I would have to go back soon and I wouldn’t have her at all. Just her memory.
“Aren’t they the same thing?” I asked. She shook her head.
A single howl cut her off. A bone chilling howl that made my hands reach up for my ears. I took a deep breath and got up.
“I have to go.” I said suddenly. She looked at me with a scowl.
“Just cause we’re talking about something you don’t like-“ A second howl cut her off. I shuddered. Didn’t she hear them?
“I really have to go,” I mumbled. I walked away faster, my collar up around my ears, hand in pockets. I start running, I had to get away from her before-
The third howl rang throughout the trees. I looked behind me and my breath left me when I realized I was hidden from view. The pull at the back of my neck yanks my spine hard. And I know I’m gone again. I know I’m over there.
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