#rotteidioti

Her eyes are downcast for a long while.  The space between them is filled with silence and it is suffocating in its own right.  Why did she leave?  The real question should be if she was actually coming back.  He wants answers that she’s not ready to give, and she wants something that he wants no part of.  Or was that even it?  She wasn’t certain.  She wasn’t certain of anything anymore.  Nothing but the crumpled leaf at the tip of her boot.  If she stepped on it, it would crunch into dust.  She wanted to obliterate it just to hear that sweet sweet sound.  But that wasn’t what the leaf wanted.  Somewhere in there, she felt it represented his heart.  But she never liked metaphors. 

"I don’t like responsibilities, Mick."  That’s what it boiled down to.  A childish reason, but a reason nevertheless.  "I don’t do commitment.  I don’t do children.  Ah…you were asking too much, yeah?"  A stray clump of hair found its way into her eye, and she pushed it back clumsily.  "I was in it to have fun.  But this…ah…it wasn’t what I signed up for."  Alice shifts her weight to her heels, balancing there for a moment before slamming the rest of her weight onto that leaf.  Crunch.

         "Sometimes you just gotta grab a girl and sweep her off her feet." Sebastian stop being perfect.

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Willow sat in the comfort of one of the many ER chair's with a stoic look on her face, observing the common cursorily of minding her own damn business as she waited to be called in. No doubt it was tough to keep her bloodied eyes glued to that spot ahead of her on the wall, but she managed, suppressing the temptation of people watching by analyzing her own pain levels. Her hand hand to be broken, and by the way it was swollen it was so in at least two places. Carefully the fingers of her non-dominate left hand reached over her own lap to gently pry at the bruised and battered knuckles of her right, coaxing in a self examination of all the little bones. It was just a mass of fluid and fat, swollen like a mother fucker. "Shite," She mumbled loudly as her head was cast back into the white varnished wall, eyes squeezing shut at the second slightest touch. Judging by the pain that had shot through her arm, the place Willow had just press upon was where one of the many fractures rested, right at the base of her thumb. It must have happened when she had thrown that lousy punch at the first guy. the collision most likely forced her thumb back into an awkward position, and the repeated action of it broke it cleanly in two.

Peeling her eyelids open, Willow's hazel eyes came to rest upon the only clock in the whole room. It was rather far away but with a bit of squinting she could make out the exact time. Thirty past ten-- She had been here since nine pm. "For fucks sake." The murderous spoke clearly and in audible levels, not caring who hear her curses. The pain in her hand was reaching intolerable levels, even for her; She needed to be seen and reset before the bones began to heal themselves in an awkward stance. Willow finally gazed at all the people who sat around her, finally getting a good look at the crowd. The amount of people who were packed into this tiny room was astonishing, all injured ranging in different degrees of severity. They looked pathetic.. except for one. A female who sat across from Willow, just as roughed up as she was, perhaps even more. Willow couldn't quite make out all her injuries, but from what she would see the girl had been in the same circumstances as she had, a brawling bar fight. "Nice gash," Willow directed at the woman she moved to lean across the small isle between the chairs, bruised elbows digging into her stinging knee's. She was obviously referring to the oozing cut that was laid plainly over the gorgeous woman's left eyebrow.