They fly down the street and all the street lights are just blurres. They quickly start to move from the countryside to city side. They slowly pull in and suddenly she's there with Elijah for the first time, all over again. As the car pulls up to the door She realizes that the lot is empty, she comes to the realization that it's just a memory and in fact she is there with Mick.
He opens her door and she step out to the smell of candles and roses. Why did I have to tell him, that I love roses. Other then, who doesn't. Total clesha right. As he opens the door, her hand moves to her lips. Candles all across the table and bar. He takes her hand and guides her into the room. "Mick? What is all this?" she turns admiring the room. She had come here, and even worked here for years and never saw it like this. "Things I had hoped you would like." he walks closer to the bar and flips the light switch. Now little lights all across the room sparkle. With one hand out he asks, "Care for a midnight dance?" I hate dancing. But I will just to prove you wrong.
She puts her hand in his.
After Elijah, she learned to detest dancing. He was always in her mind he was once the only person she trusted. From the moment they meet the two were inseparable. Where one went the other followed. Neither of the two minded. Happy with just being near one another. Things that felt a life time ago also still felt fresh. Almost as if a fresh wound, laying on top of an old a scar.
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It is said that time will heal all wounds. But the deeper the cut the longer it will take to heal. And a scar will serve as a reminder of the pain you have suffered.
~K.M.
If only to keep you from making the same mistakes.
~Hunter
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A Wolves Cry
Manusia SerigalaLife knowing you're the only one of you're kind, and that there will never be another, is bad enough. After six centuries of going through the best and, WORST that life has to offer. The now constant nightmares and incessant hunger are the lest of...
