AndThenYou

Short-sighted though I’ve always been, I noticed when you wrote lovely wounds into my skin with all the blunt finesse of a child drawing with crayons but I missed the moment when you stopped caring enough to make them beautiful.

Short-sighted though I’ve always been, I noticed when you wrote lovely wounds into my skin with all the blunt finesse of a child drawing with crayons but I missed the moment when you stopped caring enough to make them beautiful.

 Cloud grumbled to herself as she raced down the sidewalk, holding her backpack over her head to block most of the downpour as she ran. She prided herself on being responsible and on time for her after school job, but today had been a bit of a disaster, which had led up to her situation at the moment. Late for her job at the diner, getting her feet and pants soaked as she sprinted in an attempt to get there quickly. She finally came to the corner across from the diner, and she hurriedly checked for cars before running across the street, kicking up water as she did. She threw her backpack over her shoulder once she was under the diner's overh

Nemi crept into the room, keeping her eyes underneath the swaying cloth to check for any shadows that would signify a guard, or, worse, the captain. She reached the desk, finally, and looked down at it- the desk was made of a dark brown, almost black wood, with designs on the sides and fronts of the drawers set into the sides of the desk. Nemi could tell with one glance that this desk was expensive. The kind of desk that she doubted could be afforded when one was making a living transporting food to and from markets. Calm down, she told herself, so he inherited a nice desk or something. Don't be rash. Because sneaking into a guarded ship in

Jude was frozen for a moment, heart beating a sickly, erratic drum in his chest. Everything was chaos around him; he no longer had the slightest clue as to what he should do. He made the choice that seemed logical, that sounded like Al's voice in his head, and ran for cover, throwing himself behind the hovercraft that they had driven there. He pressed his back against the vehicle, panting harshly, cold sweat sticking to his skin, before quickly peeking out from behind the car. Susan was already down on the ground, a quickly growing pool of blood coalescing around her. The amount would have shocked him once, as would the lurid, bright color;

Jude was frozen for a moment, heart beating a sickly, erratic drum in his chest. Everything was chaos around him; he no longer had the slightest clue as to what he should do. He made the choice that seemed logical, that sounded like Al's voice in his head, and ran for cover, throwing himself behind the hovercraft that they had driven there. He pressed his back against the vehicle, panting harshly, cold sweat sticking to his skin, before quickly peeking out from behind the car. Susan was already down on the ground, a quickly growing pool of blood coalescing around her. The amount would have shocked him once, as would the lurid, bright color;

"Ha! Is that a gun in your pocket, or are you just happy to see me?" "It is a gun. But I am also happy to see you." "...I knew it was a gun, Rich. I was making a joke, you know? Because your gun was sticking out like- oh, nevermind. You friggin' aliens will never get the joke." "You could try the line again? I will laugh this time." "No. It's ruined now." "Is that why you are upset, then?" "I'm not upset. It just would've been a good joke." "You are upset. Your symptoms show it." "Gah- I told you to stop doing that! You don't need to know my body temperature or metabolism at the moment or whatever the heck you were looking for. Stop u

Short-sighted though I’ve always been, I noticed when you wrote lovely wounds into my skin with all the blunt finesse of a child drawing with crayons but I missed the moment when you stopped caring enough to make them beautiful.

When they met it was on accident. Her heel caught in a crack on the old sidewalk that was full of them, and her books fell out of her hands and hit the ground almost rhythmically. He thinks that it's the perfect way to meet someone, cliche and nothing embarrassing. She's had enough cliches to last her a lifetime, and she thinks little of it. ........... She doesn't realize how much time she spends with him until she calls him one night to talk about nothing at all, simply for the purpose of hearing his voice. The realization scares her more than she wants to admit, and when he picks up she tells him that she called the wrong number, apolog