#raemccray

Send ❤ for a lusty/loving/affectionate text

Send ♣ for a drunk text

His walk was slow, as always, though not deliberate.Soft footfalls on the hard dirt as she entered his head again. But he loved her, so he welcomed it, imagining that she was by his side, smiling like she used to- a smile that could save me.

He almost hit a tree, and he caught himself, back-tracking and continuing his weaving through the trees. She was a distraction, yes, and he wanted her back, yes. But was she better? He didn't know, and he had to. She had avoided him, or he had avoided her, or they both avoided each other. Or perhaps fate just guided them from each other without them thinking about it, or wanting it. Maybe, maybe, maybe. He didn't know, he probably never would.

The thoughts of her were still there, bugging him to turn around. He didn't, he lit a cigarette. Go see her. He took a drag. She wants you to. Another sharp inhalation. Her face could light up when she sees you.

"Gods.. fine!"

((she didn’t know either when she was here a couple of days ago..haha))

Time seemed to pass quickly, and although she wished to stay put, it took her by the hand and guided her through every day. She seemed to live in a haze, losing herself in her own mind, closing herself off from others for long periods of time. Often she found herself sitting with Drew or her siblings, having no idea of what had just happened. Unlike the last few months, though, she wasn't stuck in visions of horror when her mind wandered off. In fact, she didn't think of anything anymore, or she couldn't remember once she came back to reality. Yet, despite all the worried looks when she returned, she found these momentary lapses from the world peaceful, like a brief Nirvana of sorts, and she didn't try to fight them. When they came, the people trying to hold conversation with her would have to wait, or stop talking and walk away; that was their choice.