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Resonance -Home
September 23rd, 2002 4:32pm
The grass is dewy and static, a motionless breeze weaving aimlessly between the feet of a man. With a dull thud, a rock slips from his grasp and falls to the ground, the grass moulding around its form and shrouding it from sight. The echo of the wind pirouettes about the hills like ribbons. His boots are shredded by sullen footsteps with the laces untied, frayed ends abandoned by frayed hands.
He has the stance of an ancient pillar, standing on the crest of the greying ridge of soil and grass, and deep underneath, the corpses of those since forgotten.
"Brian! Stop pretending like you're in a fuckin' movie and come look at this!" Your words seemingly snapped him out of his trance as he looks back at you and the teen beside you.
Tim audibly chuckled at your words, stuffing his hands back in his tan jacket pockets. You laughed as Brian ran back, nearly tripping over an overgrown tree root.
He stares into an open field, much like you and Tim were previously doing. His eyes focused on the giant structure, it's red paint fading away from age. You looked over at Brian, smirking as the gears in your heads turned.
You began to sprint, Brian not far behind you, his laugh acting as an indicator of how far he is. Your feet ran as fast as they could carry you.
You began to do a victory cheer in your head as you neared the tower. Although, you began to celebrate too early as Brian leaped forwards, clutching onto you. His body fell onto yours to the dirt, laughing as he positioned himself up—still on top of you.
The side of the tower shaded you both from the sun, his sandy hair being swayed by the slight wind that still made its way through. His laugh soon died down to just a slight smile as neither of you moved.
His eyes roamed, intoxicatingly curious. His hand lifted, barely touching your cheek before a voice caused it to jerk back to its previous place.
"You guys did not have to do t—oh Jesus Christ! Get a room, holy shit." Tim dramatically blocked his eyes, turning away. Brian laughed as he got off of you, dusting himself off.
He held out his hand, to which you took. "Anyways, this tower looks run down as ever." Tim mumbled, picking at the peeling paint.
"I wanna climb it." Brian said, neck craned to gaze at the top of the looming tower.
"Shit, be my guest." Tim crossed his arms, a small scoff coming from his mouth. "How much you wanna bet?" Brian smirked.
"God no, I'm never making another bet with you."
December 3rd, 2009 9:34pm
You and Jay had decided to chill for a while. Taking some time to focus on ourselves mentally was your idea, which took some time for Jay to get used to.
He isn't used to not working, his jittery self always needing something to do.
You gripped onto a towel from a basket in the laundry room, preparing to hop in the shower. To your surprise, a towel already laid out, neatly folded on top of the closed toilet seat.
Jay was currently out grabbing takeout for you both, so this action couldn't have been his. Your mind wanted to chalk it up as your memory being hazy, but your nerves wanted to say it isn't a coincidence.
You slowly made your way back to the laundry room to put the towel back where you found it, before going back to the bathroom.
You strip of your clothes, each piece falling to the tile floor. You stare down at your bracelet, carefully taking off the makeshift piece of jewelry before setting it on the marble countertop.
Your thoughts begin rushing to you as you felt the scorching water pelt your back like light stones.
