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Post by adia on Dec 6, 2009 0:59:56 GMT -5
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It wasn't real though. She couldn't believe it was real, not here, not now, not after everything that had been said or done. She was lucky enough that Kaden had blessed her with the gift of conversation, that he still had the strength and will to look at her without feeling sick to his stomach or completely repulsed.
"I wish you were real.."
She kept her eyes closed, the pale complexioned canvases she once carved scarlet masterpieces onto were clean, and unmarked. She simply let what she assumed to be a mirage hold her until she slyly fell to the floor, at which time she'd curled herself into a ball.
"I wish it hadn't come to this..I wish I could face everything as strongly as the day he fell in love with me. I wish none of this had ever happened because I love him so much! I love him and I made a mistake, I messed up so terribly and fell into this depression..I don't even want it, I just..want to be strong..I want to be Adia."
Adia's hair was tangled and frizzy, a complete mess in the radiant curls it normally fell naturally into, flowing in golden locks past her shoulders. Her monologue continued, as if she were in a movie or a stage play, the character that played the sympathy and pity card so well, two traits she dreaded and completely hated, preaching them to be immoral. She was the character every one hated, but couldn't help loving, couldn't help crying for. She'd become the role in the production she always wanted to boo offstage after covering them in tomato juices and seeds.
She continued her monologue after only taking a second to breathe, her eyes still closed while a single tear glistened, rolling slowly down her cheek while her lips whispered the words her heart was pouring out, as if one of those sappy love poems she loved to set fire to.
"He used to love me too, you know? No, I guess you wouldn't, but if you were real, maybe you'd know for a split second what I was saying. I can still remember every reason he told me he loved me for. He said I was the only one he knew who could see the light in every dark and gloomy nook and cranny of the earth, and capture it on film. He said he loved me because I spoke my mind, because he didn't have to figure me out, I was already an open book for him to read, my pages always spilling the thoughts and opinions running through my head at any given moment. He said he loved how I would wrinkle my nose up or stick my tongue out as if I were five when I didn't agree with something, or didn't like any given thing. e told me he loved me because I wasn't a quitter, that I would find a passion, and stick with it, see it through until every one was screaming it out in pride from the mountain tops. He said he loved how I could have a good time without giving a crap what anyone else thought, how I could do or say anything at anytime and never think twice. Kaden told me, that he loved me because I didn't conform to society, I always marched to the beat of my own drum, and ...and.."
If it were a play, the lights would have dimmed as the damsel in distress drifted off, but it wasn't a play, and the florescent lights remained bright as Adia nodded off to sleep from exhaustion.
Her dreams consisted of a compilation of memories, both good and bad, haunting her mind before relieving it in an endless and unbreakable loop. She never noticed being tossed over Kaden's body, being lifted from that cold, tile floor before being carried out, missing the opportunity to defend Abby when Kaden lost his temper toward her, blaming Adia's drinking on her. She was a big girl, and perfectly capable of making her own decisions, bad or good.
Hours must have passed before her eyes fluttered like butterflies to an awake state. She wasn't in her own bed, let alone her own apartment. The smell of Manchester for men filled the air, and a familiar, long and drawn face looked down at her in worry and concern.
A small smile crept onto Adia's lips, and her eyes glistened in the dimly lit room, warmth filling her body under the heavy blanket that covered almost every inch of her, and her sweat drenched clothing stripped from her body, replaced by one of his t-shirts that fit as if a dress on her small, fragile body.
"Hey there, superman."
Her hair was up in a messy bun, something she didn't remember doing herself, but the memory of her messy hair tickling her face making her nose twitch a small bit.
"It's wamr in here, nice. It's a change from my cold apartment."
Adia took the term 'starving artist' to a new dimension. She provided well for herself, but insisted on suffering certain aspects of her life to save the earth, protect the environment. The only reason she'd ever gotten a phone was because Kaden had insisted on being able to contact her when he couldn't be near her. That was before she'd made a mess of things. |
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Post by julian on Dec 17, 2009 2:58:58 GMT -5
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True is it that we have seen better days
The boy's heart beat could be unmatched by anything in the entire world, as he kneeled down and pulled Adia to her rescue. Kaden listened as the blond he'd once called his own, protested his existence. Even as he'd lifted her over his shoulder, she refused to let herself believe that he truly was the one saving her from herself. He was in a foggy haze of confusion. Memories from the last time seemed to bleed into this one, and he couldn't pick apart what was going on. And in that attempt to regain his control, he'd let his temper get the best of him and took out his frustration on an innocent Abigail, in the process. He'd be lying if, at the time, he said he was sorry. The truth was, he did blame her for what had just happened. She knew everything, and he didn't care if Adia could take care of herself or not. That had always been his problem with Adia. No matter what happened, nothing was ever her fault. His love for her masked her flaws, and even the ones that it hadn't, he could give reason for. He still felt for her, as shone true enough with tonights actions. That was a truth that couldn't be denied no matter how hard anyone wanted it. He knew how things went around here. New Haven was a small town, and though most of the people he had been calling his friends weren't townies as he was, the fact that small towns bind together was real enough. Lucy wasn't very pleased with the fact that he'd taken up with Adia again. She thought it to be something so much more than it was, but currently, that wasn't the case. Regardless, she'd managed to get enough people on her side to alienate poor Adia, and well, Kaden always thought down on that sort of action. You should only truly hate someone for yourself, not because someone else dislikes them. In all honesty, that would be the one thing that pushed Kaden into Adia's arms, in the end. He wouldn't let her feel the loneliness because of him. She didn't deserve it.
The walk home had been a cold one, but Kaden hadn't noticed. The anger venting from his body kept him warm, as he wrapped up the liquored up angel and headed back to his dorm. He was surprisingly grateful that he'd been so irresponsible and left his room unlocked, as he reached down to unlatch the handle, before pressing his large boot against the wood and pushing it open with a slight kick, that he'd also used to close it with. It wasn't that she was heavy, by any means, but he'd managed to get himself caught up in a fight the other night and pulled something in his arm. Thuds from his footsteps could be heard as he made his way over to his bed and rested her fragile body upon it. Her skin was pale, and her hair a mess in her face. Even sick as she was, she was beautiful to him. Kaden moved his hand against her cheek and forced the stray hair behind her ear. It didn't last, though, falling back from behind it as if over her eyes was it's home. The tall man managed to remove her clothing, which smelled of sweat and alcohol. Pulling it off inch by inch, as his mind was filled with memories of doing it on other occasions. Ones from happier times. Standing to his feet, Kaden made his way to his dresser and pulled a suitable shirt from his drawer. A newly bought shirt, that he hadn't gotten the chance to wear except to try it on, which masked it in the cologne that he'd been wearing the day he'd purchased it. He hadn't even had a chance to take it to the laundry room, and now it didn't look like he'd be doing that anytime soon. He couldn't help but wonder when this was all going to end. When things would be right between them, and if he was always going to have to be her savior. If she'd let him.
After dressing her and pulling her hair into a pony, Kaden couldn't help but pace the floors. He'd been obsessing over how unbelievably messed up this girl was, and how he could have lost her that night. For the first time in a long time, he was angry with her, but his anger was masked by a disappointment. And that disappointment was over bound by the company of his worry and fear. It had been hours since she'd fallen under. He'd watched her sleep, making sure that she was breathing. Sat next to her and caressed her forehead, and sat back in his chair with his palms clasped closed, against his lips as he prepared himself for her wake. That didn't come until much later, though. As the sun was in the process of rising, though his curtains hid away all but a few small rays that peaked through the sides. The room was warm and welcoming, but at the same time, you'd swear you were still dreaming. It was one of those mornings where if you were to wake, and it were your will to, you'd instantly fall back to sleep without trouble. That wasn't the case with Kaden, though. For he had been up all night going over so many things in his head, that he was too afraid to sleep. Instead, he leaned against that wall, his arms crossed over his chest and his eyes peering down at the photographer in his bed, just watching her. He knew that she'd be awake soon. He could tell by the way she was breathing, and how she'd move just enough to change her position before calming down.
Her voice pierced the quiet room around them. The first thing to hit his ears, since the night before. Since then the only sound was the noise in his head, and small mumbles and mummers from a sleeping girl. Kaden continued to look down at her, his expression left open to question as she called him the name of a hero. His emotions were mixed; he hadn't known to be grateful that she was alright, or yell at her because things could have turned out very differently. Instead all he did was look down at her, while his mind filled with his own personal questions. In all honesty, he was surprised that she didn't need her stomach pumped after the night she'd been through, but as stupid as her actions were, and as fragile as he might see her, she was a hell of a lot stronger than anyone - including herself - gave her credit for. Her bright blue eyes caught his gaze, and he couldn't help but sigh. That same disappointment making it's way at the peak of his lips, as he shook his head to her statement. "What were you thinking?" His deep voice scolded her in a way that it had never done before.
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i'm really missing me some kira action. and i don't know
what the hell happened with this post. it didn't come out
like it did in my head. coop fail.
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