| | | Author | Message |
|---|
lilith
Število prispevkov : 147
Your age : 27
 |  Subject: potka Thu Aug 21, 2014 4:42 pm | |
| |
| | | |
élise vaughan
Voda
Število prispevkov : 13
Your age : 27
| | Subject: Re: potka Fri Aug 29, 2014 10:34 pm | |
| ‘’I am not here to fight,’’ her heart was still pounding like crazy, she thought it was going to explode. ‘’but if she punches me I have three people in my phone that will shoot her brains out! In three different ways!’’ she kept repeating that sentence. How could she be so stupid and say that? How could she show such rage and such vulgarity. ‘’What on earth was I thinking about?’’ even though dark haired girl was over exaggerating she still felt like she was losing the ground beneath her feet. She needed the grip to hold on. Nothing here was about regetting, it was about how she lost control. She was never supposed to lose control.
Just as Élise as was about to bury her face in comfort of her hands and scream internally she saw him. ‘’Mike!’’ her voice was shaking, and she had to stab her palm to feel it again, and to bring herself back again. ‘’Mike, I am so sorry. I think I owe you an explanation.’’ She looked him right in the eyes, feeling exactly how uncomfortable he was. ‘’The other night, I should never say what I said. It was highly inappropriate and I should never put you in that kind of position. For that, I am extremely sorry and I am hoping you will accept my apology.’’ Her words kind and polite as ever. But her eyes. They were cold, emotionless. Only lips curved into warm smile. She actually managed to look happy and relaxed.
mike | 255 | i told you i suck at beginings |
| | | |
mike parker
Voda
Število prispevkov : 16
Your age : 31
| | Subject: Re: potka Sat Aug 30, 2014 4:41 pm | |
| oboževal je potok ki je tekel v okolici šole. tam se je počutil najmočnejšega, mogoče zaradi količine vode ki je drla med kamenjem in se jo je zdelo nemogoče ustaviti. nikoli ni niti poskušal, bolj zabavno mu je bilo ustvarjati z njo. naredil je podobo, iz nje prizor in kmalu mu je pred očmi drsela zgodba. vendar ni mogel tam ostati cel dan, četudi bi si to želel, sonce se je namreč hitro spuščalo. z počasnimi koraki se je vlekel kot megla po poti do kullana in v glavi premleval, če bi lahko kamen iz reke preoblikoval v skulpturo z pomočjo elementa. s svojo teorijo ni prišel daleč, vse mu je padlo iz misli in če bi te dejansko držal, bi se raztreščile po tleh.
"elise?" nenadoma je proti njemu stopila postava, ki jo je dobro poznal. v mislih je tiho zaklel, potem pa pogledal naokoli. samo toliko, da je vedel kje so odprte poti za možnost bega. ker res ni več obvladoval situacije ki jo je imel z eliso. niti sebi je ni znal razložiti, kaj šele da bi lahko mirno stal pred črnolasko. ni ga mirilo niti to, da je bila videti enako razburjena kot on. nekaj sekund, potem je, kot da bi človek med njenimi besedami pritisnil na stikalo, dobila izraz vsesplošne sproščenosti. in to je bilo tisto kar ga je motilo. "you see?!" ni čakal z bistvom. "what was that?! i thought i know you, but then suddenly BUM and i have a mob daughter in front of me. and now again. i could exchange you for gandhi." ko bi le znal svoje besede bolje povezati, izpadel je kot nekdo ki je pobegnil iz centra za neuravnovešene. vendar ni bil edini.
|
| | | |
élise vaughan
Voda
Število prispevkov : 13
Your age : 27
| | Subject: Re: potka Sat Aug 30, 2014 9:54 pm | |
| - élise vaughan wrote:
‘’Mike, mike,’’ first she couldn’t find the words, and even herself, she felt extremely weird about that. Usually she was eloquent, but at the moment not even a word could slip properly out of her. It was absulutly certain, the two of them were just about to lose their minds and either one of them knew how to handle the situation. It was slipping out of Elisa’s hand and she hated that feeling.
‘’You do, you know me as I am.’’ She had to fix the this as soon as possible, she couldn’t let it go right now. ‘’A daughter of a mob? What are you talking about? Michael, listen, look at me.’’ Her warm hand hugged his face. His skin was so soft but at the same time so though. ‘’I am no Gandhi. Look at me! That night at the party, I drank a glass or two, and I was angry.’’ She knew many more ways to explain that, but at the moment this one felt most natural. ‘’I have no numbers of freaking murders in my phone,-’’ Lie. ‘’I did not mean to do anything, ok?’’ Lie again.
This was not her usual self. At the normal circumstances she did not have to apologize, because she did nothing wrong. Till that moment everything went nice, but this was the mistake she made.
‘’Can you just trust me this once?’’ she actually really liked this guy. He made her feel somehow free, outside the shackles of perfection. He was the wonderful imperfection that entered her life.
mike | 255 | i love those two |
| | | |
Sponsored content
| | Subject: Re: potka | |
| |
| | | | |
Similar topics | |
|
| | Permissions in this forum: | You cannot reply to topics in this forum
| |
| |
| |
Home 
Search 
Register 
Log in 
