breathe.

“ i’m going to take a guess that you’re a vampiress ? so wait, what happens if you do go into sunlight ? do you begin to sparkle or some shit like that ? ”

‘ Uh, I know the feeling. I miss being able to just sit outside and enjoy the sun and everything Mother Nature has to offer. ’

“ For christ’s sake; you’re complaining about tanning? You wouldn’t survive a day in my old home. —- When my brothers, my father, and I played outside, my mother would explode because she thought i would lose my pale color. It represented wealth or something. ”

“So, you do have a way to not burn up. I mean, obviously, vampire, right? You’d be horribly burnt by now without it. I was just watching this frog, if you wanna stay around. I am sure we could find more interesting things than frogs, though, like slugs or something.”

“Yeah, I put some plant shit in my necklace and it keeps me from turning into a pile of ashes. Vampire is in fact correct, look at you go. Frogs are cool. Don’t you get warts if they pee on you?”

“You’re right but, it was very dull and.. deady? I can’t really think of the word..”

“Restrictions sound horrible, luckily I’ve never had to worry about them. The optimism comes with my angelic side, unluckily for you she’s not in today.”

“.. Well, you must’ve had more of a life than me.”

“But, you have to admit when you were doing that you wanted to be something more. “

“Fucking hell. Stop the self pity, you don’t need some glow? We’re bloody supernatural creatures, we can do anything we want.”

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“Isn’t there a way to stay outside even if you can’t actually do it without the charms or whatever? You are outside right now, you can sit on the ground with me and chill.”

“Probably but until someone figures out a surefire way, I’m not risking burning up. I’ll keep my necklace with me, thank you. I will join you to chill though. It’s nice enough to so.”

   “I have to be in Asia in three minutes but if you want, you can come with me?”

“ --- what in the holy hell do you have to be in Asia for?”

“and the reason you felt the need to share this, is??”

“Crap.” It wasn’t so much of an explanation as it was a voiced afterthought, seeing as his hands had slipped and his Coca-Cola had fountained all over the ground below – white Vans absolutely included. The soda had graced his palms too. He stared at them for a long while,eyebrows lifting as the fluid seemed to thicken, raise in temperature, lose itscaramel color in favor of a deep crimson – like blood. Matty held his breath, fingertips curling anduncurling as he struggled to ease the incessant pounding against his ribs. Itwasn’t blood. Couldn’t be blood. But god, there they were again: his darkerthoughts, surfacing.