It 'been a grind, but I made it finally ... This is not the beginning of the first story, but rather a mini story, view its extreme brevity, a splinter . As well as a huge spoiler about the second story I would write. But no matter, so I do not know if I can not even finish the first XD!
This piece is the result of two hours awake (at least the written part) and the galley was the reading of the Rules of the contest in January forum simstyle . Influential were the original source of all (the destroy the Santacroce), Requiem for a dream (copied shamelessly) and maybe something that now escapes me ...
I let myself very involved and I hope you understand, at least by the ... The photos are crap, but unfortunately, I am a beginner in this field and, moreover, also prevented: (. I'm sorry, but more than that I could not do. I hope you enjoy at least the text itself for himself. Even if the well is' na pretty crap ...: Hides:.
Good vomiting ... err that is good reading:).
Love Will Tear Us Apart.
"Promise me you'll keep me in all the time with you ... And if I go from here or you gonna run to you in time we will try more pissed off ... ok? & Rdquo ;
I said this phrase in a rainy day. We were in the car and the stereo were Joy Division. As there were ended up where I have no idea. But as you can get ideas when you're completely exhausted?
It was raining hard. And while the outside air is refreshed and cleansed, in the car instead of becoming overwhelmed by smells warmer and far from pure: alcohol and weed.
listened Love Will Tear Us Apart silent. No, maybe we spoke. But it had to be empty phrases that, at least for me, entered the ears and were soon pushed back. The music was louder and in its new shelter did not allow more than the cry of nature that we saw with his eyes staring blindly from the windshield. A silent dialogue that just before the end of the song regained the ability to communicate with the sound of her voice ... So suddenly serious. Too serious to be taken seriously. At least, not in those conditions. Why would he ask me such a thing?
I felt a sudden little bits of cold water hit her face accompanied by silent sounds of a babbling brooks of the sidewalk. The window was open: the air Cold her way through the fumes of a bohemian.
Love Will Tear Us Apart was over. fact, was over the whole cd.
-It 's a quote or not?
- Destroy , Isabella Santacroce.
-I can not believe ... Since I read books that sex pistol of literature?
- Believe It! Because in a jumble and pretty much any sentence the guesses.
-Err ... Well ... yes indeed it is a nice phrase, ...
did not answer your question. The context in which that quote was checked out was not logical to consider it in a rational way. But inside me a small part of the most powerful reason to answer that question in all its possible variants: ok, you , promise.
it promised not with words but with my neurons are not entirely disconnected from each other substances of various kinds.
I thought I knew enough to know that I used to externalize my feelings. But even she was. For this reason, that phrase seemed even more absurd.
I thought it was so obvious that I had tacitly said. But to assume too much and those were not my downfall. The our ruin.
It 's a rainy day. So much similar to that evening made permanent by a citation and a non-verbal promise.
But I keep my promises - at least I try - even those not explicitly confirmed: pissed off at this time I continue to look for it. I'll be looking for you too? No . Because maybe he does not want find me. Or more likely does not remember anything that night, of that quote and my response missed. Maybe he does not remember, but I know inside you must be remaining tracks: muddy footprints still not completely erased, and maybe even a thunderstorm will be pissed able to cover them completely ... With more mud.
-Know if it is dropped?
No, not decreased, that I know of.
-Know when you going?
-
Umm ... No. "But at least come back for the holidays?
- ... I do not know.
I return to the search window, watching specks of crystal clear reflections down and dissolve. I shook my head. The largest drop slides off of my eyes now lost in the bonds of my inner labyrinth resignation ...
No .
She will not return .
Never .
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