"Every t¡me we l¡e awake, after every h¡t we take. Every feel¡ng that ¡ get, but ¡ haven't m¡ssed you yet. Every roommate kept awake by every s¡gh and scream we make."
Xavier sang quietly to himself, violin in had as he played the tune the original song had created. His eyes were closed and his head swayed slightly.
"All the feelings that ¡ get, but ¡ st¡ll don't m¡ss you yet. Only when ¡ stop to th¡nk about ¡t. ¡ hate everyth¡ng about you, why do ¡ love you? ¡ hate everyth¡ng about you, why do ¡ love you?"
The deer troll was apparently bored enough to be able to do this. A few sweeps before, he rarely had the time for that due to the fact--Mm, that's a story for another time. Never mind.
He continued to play and sing lowly until the song came to an end, slowly lowering his instrument.
"Tch..." Xavier hissed, throwing the 'wretched' wooden object into the bed. His eyes glanced outside wearily, half expecting something to appear. Something dreadful.
YOU ARE READING
>The Book of Something<
Random[Xavy and I bein' weird and whatever. May include Manny and Arty if I get bored enough] "Great." Xavier grumbled sarcastically.
