#nem:start

Hazudtál te nekem, kérek engedj el. Nem gondoltam volna, hogy valaha megtetszel. De, kérlek ne játszál a szívemmel. Nem akarom elkezdeni mégegyszer.

“You know, I think the English Literature professor is obsessed with Shakespeare. We’ve been talking about A Midsummer Night’s Dream for two weeks now and we’re barely gotten to the part where the fairy queen falls in love with the donkey guy. Every sentence she has to spend twenty minutes talking about how brilliant the guy is... Should we tell her he died a couple hundred years ago?” she asked, shaking her head.

     Duty bound to this small and yet bleak little town, though beyond being told to watch those higher up certainly had been SILENT regarding whatever it was that seemed to be drawing in all of the creatures that walked the earth although it was not outside of the Angel’s blindness that he could not feel all of the energy (sacrifices) and where such took place surely meant no great outcome. 

starter call!

‘Peter, is that you?’ She heard her own voice echo through her mind as she rushed over to hug him. So pleased that he was alright. And then the next thing she felt was pain. It was only fleeting though, not remembering her body dropping to the ground, but remembering it feeling so final.

jeremy was staring at an open textbook in front of him, hoping to learn something by osmosis, or whatever it was called.  osmosis, right?  like osmosis jones?  whatever, it didn’t matter.  that wasn’t even what he was studying.  he had to look at the cover to remind himself — earth science?  ugh.  “this is pointless,”  he muttered, rubbing the exhaustion off of his face as he shoved the book away.  “why did i do this to myself?”  he knew exactly why, to make his parents proud, and he was trying his best, but it was hard and he was tired.