A love story
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WARNING: contains strong language, violence, sexuality, emotional trauma, drug use, and other content suited for mature audiences. Don't read if you're a pansy.
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I watched the world around me begin to tenderly dim, little by little I observed tiny specks of light starting to pop up in the milky azure sky. My head was completely swarming with uninvited thoughts and visions of the girl with bright pink hair; Bobcat had managed to perform the unthinkable: make me totally lose my senses. I was experiencing first hand the gradual descent into madness, all because some pretty girl on a motorcycle had charm.
It had been about an hour since the ragtag team of misfits departed from the park and left me completely abandoned. I was left alone with my wishes, wishes to hear that damn beautiful laugh one more time. I had every intention of seeing her again, even if I didn't know how.
I decided to hang back awhile in the same tree I once nestled in before I decided to converse with the group. After I began losing interest in my introversion, I settled on trekking towards the convenient store close by my home to purchase some snacks to quell my seemingly insatiable fit of munchies.
The bell danced as I pushed the heavy glass door open, signaling my entry. I directed a small smile at the clerk who greeted me as soon as I was made visible to him.
I scoured through the rows of various food items, my eyes grazing over my selection. As I lifted my head for a brief moment I caught a glimpse of familiarly tall hair.
The short girl with black smeared all over her eyes stood in front of the freezer, opening the door and reaching in for a carton of eggs. For some reason unknown to me I ducked when she swung back around. Why was I hiding? Did she frighten me that much?
I wasn't scared in the way a child would be afraid of a monster living under his bed, I felt overpowered and insignificant compared to her. She had a highly sophisticated aura about her that declared she was above anyone and everyone that dared lay their eyes on her.
I meekly straightened out my posture, standing stiff as my eyes followed her approaching the drinks section. She tucked the eggs under her arm and retrieved a jug of milk from behind the glass doors.
I grabbed a candy bar off the shelf before me and trailed behind her as she made her way up to the cash register.
"Is this all for ya'?" The cashier questioned cheerfully, the wrinkles decorating his eyes and mouth area becoming more defined when he talked.
"Yep," she stated simply, tapping her fingernails against the flat surface.
I pondered if I should make my presence known? How would she react? Would she ignore me, scoff at me, be glad to see me?
