Shift

"Wait." I plead.

My hands shake vigorously, a quiet tapping noise echoing off the walls of the small space when the silver band around my middle finger begins to tap obnoxiously against the neck of the glass bottle being held tightly in my left hand.

Across the room, a diamond eyed girl stands, her pale arms folded over her chest tightly. She's tapping her foot, a steady motion that often indicates her arrival, but now indicates the look in her eyes that tells me she's leaving. Only this time she doesn't plan on coming back.

"What? What is it that you so desperately need me for?"

I don't mean to, but looking into her eyes is like pulling a trigger inside my head, it's like starting a fire in my bones, it's like letting loose the monster inside of me. No matter how hard I try, I can't tame it.

I don't feel it.

I don't feel the glass bottle slipping from my delicate fingers, I don't hear it when it breaks against the wall. Now, it's all static. I hear ear piercing squeals, white noise from undiscovered tv screens lurking.

I don't remember willing my body to melt into her embrace, and I sure as hell don't remember opening my mouth to speak, but when I do I remember exactly what I said, the first time I've said the word aloud,

"Shift."

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In which Wesley has to manage living with a mind that likes to play tricks, and Venus has to manage falling in love with a girl who can't emotionally withstand being fallen in love with. With Wesley, it's all about patience, but patience seems to wearing thin these days, just like the walls that used to stand so tall around her heart. When the walls crumble at her feet she finds it hard to handle emotions, and so, to put it into simple terms, she shifts.