On A Whim

On A Whim

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"You are so..so" He opened and closed his fists as if he could grab the words He turned to me intently seeming to have found the right vocabulary "Impulsive!" I let out an insane cackle at this.He said it as if it were a bad thing. "And?" i asked between un-lady like giggles "And? And you always act on impulse and sure its harmless when you want to see a monkey so you we go to the zoo. You like a shirt so you buy it. You see a hobo so you make him a sandwhich .You want to go get ice cream? We'll stop by dairy Queen." He sucked in a breath of air "But you want to just up and leave? Jumping from place to place like you've got all the time in the world-" I opened my mouth to argue at this but he shot me a glare and my better judgment told me to hush it. "You cant just do that Lena.." He tugged at his hair suddenly looking very tired Blowing out a sigh that seemed to engulf the whole room as he gently leaned his head against the wall. "You cant just keep doing things on whim"
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Time was standing annoyingly still and I think I may have forgotten how to properly breathe. "Panda you have to come sit down pacing is not going to-" pushing my hand out I stopped him from saying anything. I stopped him from confirming the knowledge that there is nothing I can do to make this better. I pulled at my hair ripping a couple of strands out in the process. I hated the white walls and fluorescent lights that adorned this place. The squeaky sound that could be heard whenever anyone walked and right now I was causing a lot of squeaking. The strong smell of disinfectant burning my nose but none of it matter right now not any of it. "Where is he?" I heard the voice and my blood immediately started to boil. "You did this" was the last thing I said before I flew and was on top of his mom hitting her wildly. So much for not liking confrontation.

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