Heliophilia
(n.) desire to stay in the sun; love of sunlight
To be loved is to be changed.
Arabella Dawson
Has never had anybody constant in her life. From parents always being away at work to one shitty friend, she doesn't know how to exist when...
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Catharsis (n.) the purging release of emotional tensions, especially through kinds of art or music
Three ♡♡♡ Flint
"Seriously again?"
Ignoring Navy I dump my half eaten burger on the table.
I ignore the way dad doesn't even spare me a glance.
I ignore the way it eats at my insides and has me wanting to fight all over again. This time lose and take a beating.
"You got a burger?" I watch as Blu opens the lid, goes to pick it up, backing off when Navy whacks him across the head.
With a roll of my eyes I push it towards him, letting him know he's free to finish it.
"Flint you can't just ignore me." Navy yells after me.
I continue to ignore him. Giving him the finger as I jog up the stairs, pass by Greys open door, pause and rewind when I realise Elle isn't here.
She's always here.
Standing in Greys doorframe I tilt my head, watch as he sits on the windowsill, cigarette between his fingers, face lit in the damp glow of the buzzing tv.
They argued. He only ever smokes when they've argued.
With a sigh I enter his room, take a seat on the opposite side of his windowsill, hold my hand out for his cigarette.
He passes it with a roll of his eyes. Narrows them when he sees my bloody lip and swollen jaw. "Again? Seriously?"
He sounds like Navy. I answer with nothing but a shrug.
Grey stretches a leg out, kicks mine. I kick him back harder.
"Did you win at-least?" He tries to hide it but he's got a small smile on his face. One that says he's not as mad as he's trying to appear.
Out of everyone in the house Greys the least bothered by my hobbies.
He knows I can handle my own. Knows I wouldn't fight if I couldn't.
Knows a part of me does it for the rush. The adrenaline. The thrill. He also knows a part of me does it as a form of therapy.
Sometimes I'll lose on purpose just to take a beating because it's the only thing that seems to help. It's the only way to dull the ache and the noise.
