[/color] i'll never believe in you again. i'll never forgive those things you said. my only relief is gone and dead. i will never forsake myself again.[/color]
he was getting off on this. "hey! i have my special moments."[/i] i muttered, casting him a glowering stare. i couldn't keep the expression for long though, the way he smiled was infectious, made me vivid. he put me back on my high, i could feel the ecstasy bubbling through my veins, feel the happiness in my cotton filled head.
my once checkered bod was now dipped a rusty maroon, the smell of carnage embedded into my pores already. "oh my god."[/i] i gaped, "we look like we just ate a fucking elephant!"[/i] it was true-- we were both covered poll to flint in scarlett. [/color][/size]
how i wish you could see the potential. the potential of you and me. its like a book elegantly bound but, in a language that you can't read.
<> I watched her attempt to glare at me, but she couldn't hold it long enough to make me feel bad. Of course, the perfect miss Oxicotton had her moments. Except that one was a mental breakdown. A scary one. I very nearly left her, but I just couldn't bring myself to do it. I would miss her, feel bad for what I did. Of course, for all I could have known, she could've never gotten better. But, I had stayed. Like a friend. "Of course you have your moments. Everyone does. Just yours are scary." I teased her, and grinned.
<> I laughed, another sound, happy, not fake. It was a deep rumble. My cinnamon orbs traveled down her frame, taking in the details. All of the crimson that dyed it. I took a peak at my own bulk, and nearly burst out laughing. I was the same way. Elephants. I didn't know they lived around here. "I didn't know elephants took turns fucking one bitch. I grinned. Everything about right now was so vivid. I loved it.