He is laughing.
I made him laugh.
It feels good- I guess. Whatever good feels like.
I just tossed his pencil back at him. It hit him in the face. I guess it was funny, but it's different because it's me.
He keeps drawing, the little scratching sounds filling the room and putting my mind at ease. He refuses to show me what he's been working on, but he says he's almost done. Scratch scratch scratch, little mice at the door, a knife whittling, scratch scratch. He breathes. I breathe. We don't talk. We don't have to I guess. Quiet is nice.
Days tick by, we are still the same.
I fight for glimpses each night, visions of a summer long since gone.
He draws, the world at his pencil tip, putting his heart on display.
We dance around each other, quietly, neither of us moving an inch.
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An Attempt at Sunshine (Winter Soldier) (Marvel)
Fanfiction[I keep seeing ghosts. They whisper and scream and cry and I do not understand. I think I am a ghost too.] My debut fanfic! How exciting! Just a little Marvel for you my dears- have fun! NOTE: PLEASE PLEASE read the dates before each section!!!! Th...
