Garden of Shadows (on Hold)

Boy That You Drew

Eden to the side —————————->

Am I just the right height?

Have I just the right style?

Do I remind you of something you need with the way that I smile

Are you lonely tonight

Or am I walking just right?

When you look at my lips do you see half the kiss you can't fight

"Boy That You Drew" Steve Moakler

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The early fall air was crisp when we stepped out of the little brownstone shop. Old leaves littered the ground with bright oranges, yellows, and reds, making a soft crunchy cushion for each step we took. The wind was light but strong enough to lift my onyx colored hair.  Eden had sprinted ahead of us, wanting to  make the walk in silence. I could still she his crouched form as we walked a distance behind him. Although he was almost cherub like in the face, he stood at an intimidating height and had shoulders broad enough to take out a whole fron line. Many steered clear of him as he walked, his massive form serving as a sheild of sorts. He was aware that most feared him, so he slouched his shoulders as he walked to make himself seem smaller and more inviting. 

Rowan and I made small talk of miscellaneous things as we walked the road to my house. Stars slowly filled the sky as the sun disappeared into the horizon and we quickened our pace. It was never a good idea to be caught outside once it got dark enough. Just as we rounded the last corner and my house came into view, my foot slipped on one of the slick stones on the path, causing me to fall forward and onto my stomach and knocking the air right out of me. Pain shot through my ribs as I tried to get up, only succeeding in intensifying the ache.

"You know, It is a lot easier to off yourself if you fall from greater heights." An all too familiar voice said from behind me. "I suggest the bridge over Mare River. Just enough rocks to cushion your fall."

"Shove it where the sun don't shine, Rose." Rowan spat as she helped me up.

"Oh my gosh, Rose, did you see that? She practically nose-dived!" A voice squealed from beside her. I didn't even need to look to know who it belonged to but found myself doing so.

Rose stood there with her hands placed on her hips and head tilted to the side like she always did when she was getting ready to attack with Tansy flanking her left side as usual. The Woodbak boys, Khronos and Rye, weren't too far behind, showing little to no interest in their girlfriends' endeavors.

"Oh come off if. She tripped. Don't act like you've never done it." Rowan said, coming to my defense once more.

"But the difference is that she stayed there for quite a while. She knows where she belongs: with the rest of the trash on the street." I find myself cowering behind my best friend as if she can shield me from the sting of her words. 

"I guess that would explain why you spend so much time on you back, huh?"

"Rather on my back than on my knees." Rose bit back.

"Don't say such things," Row said with a knowing smirk. "You'll hurt Tansy's feelings."

The two of them glared at each other for what seemed like centuries, electrifying the air around them. The hair on the back of my neck stood straight up as Rose slowly approached Rowan, each step just as stealthy and predator like as a wild cat. "I suggest you watch how you speak to me. I could make things end ever so badly for you." Rose growled, dropping her nonchalant facade. for a brief moment, it looked as if her pupils dilated to  slits. But it was gone just as quick as it had come.