The day she started icing me out I started searching for opportunities to talk to her. Any opportunity to be closer to her was welcome. Even if being in full heat of the sun with a fever is miserable, I didn't care. I didn't care about anything else except her. All I cared about was the fact that she wasn't talking to me. And it was tearing me apart. I was cruelly ripped from my orbit but I made my way back and eventually tried to talk to her. When I did all I got was a short icy cold answer. I don't know where she got those words from. I don't know how the sun could dish something like that out as she did. And maybe her cold answer would warm up more if I had continued to get closer and tried harder. Tried harder to yank off the sunglasses she seemed to have put on me. Dimming her image and personality. Throughout those days of silence, my world stayed dark. The cold dark winter where the sun didn't shine.
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Pluto
RandomA love story described vaguely through the eyes of a pluto at the edge of a universe she wants to be a part of.
