Snowfall

Why am I exactly resigning myself to waiting out here?

It’s the middle of the night and it’s not an exaggeration to say that my toes are fairly frozen at this point. As I exhaled, a thick fog of air formulated momentarily before me –Yep, it’s cold out here.

I wandered around slightly from the “agreed place” and laid my body to rest against a lamp post. On this lonely street, there were nothing but a few merchant stores that had closed up a long time ago and the odd pay phone booth that sat in between a bus stop sign and the post I was currently occupying.

I think she said that we’d meet at this time and at this place. However when in such situations, you begin to go back on even the simplest of certainties. So was she even going to show up? I couldn’t tell you that I was confident that she would.

P.O.V: Survivor

Exhale.

*Clink*

He slowly drew the rapier from his scabbard, calculating the enemy’s movements — watching for that one moment – Ah! An opening. As he fully swung his body to his left, the momentum surged through his arm and he quickly dispatched a brilliant flash of silver horizontally, right across his opponents’ chest.

Feeling the extended but definite slice of metal against bone, his inner-self cringed in response for but a second. The next fleeting moment he had withdrawn his arm from the trajectory of his first slash and readied his body for the finishing blow. Digging his right foot into the ground, he spun counter-clockwise and used the hesitation of his opponent to deliver another deep blow to the chest again.

Faltering after the two hits, the enemy recoiled in response and attempted to initiate defensive procedures.

Adrenaline rushed to the head and in that moment, all that could be seen and heard were the words: “Finish him”. 

 

Something I Won’t Forget

I could feel it.

That heavy leadened heart beat was slowly pumping against my chest. But this time it felt different…it was erratic and could not be predetermined.

Why was that?

All this time it seemed as though I was lacking something, yet somehow in this very instant, that notion itself had just manifested itself so strongly within me that I felt it hard to breathe.

From the corners of my eyes, I could feel the surging waves of tears begin to emerge…–but why am I crying?

Perhaps…Could It Be That Just Maybe..?

Perhaps pondering too much in one spot is unhealthy.

I’d begun to question the majority of my internal monologues for quite some time now,

And yet I’ve never truly dismissed any of my debates as invalid

Chapter 7: A Mistake? Part 2

Throughout the rest of the day, Ami couldn’t help but feel a sense of urgency weighing itself burdeningly upon her shoulders. In her desk was his sketchbook, and the thought of its contents flooded her face with emotions she didn’t know would betray her so suddenly, and without warning. Her mind was dead-set on returning it; and the sooner the better.

Unfortunately, she had to attend club rehearsals today for the upcoming festival. Her schedule would continue to be unrelenting just until the bonfire in a little over a weeks’ time. Ami sighed to herself and stuck in her bag, the article in question. She felt that even though it wasn’t highly probable, there might be a chance that they ran into each other before their next shift together on Thursday.

“Maybe I could pay his classroom a visit…but wouldn’t that cause a scene?”

Ami quickly dissolved any attempts to quickly get the job done out of consideration for Kyo’s feelings and her own embarassment.

“Yeah…if I’m going to do this, it’s going to be one-on-one.”

She nodded to herself as she walked out the main building towards the fine arts department. She took that familiar right turn down the hallway towards the drama theatres.

Hiatus Time Comes ’round The Bend

Hey there once again!

I’m sorry to say that classes are starting for me this fall and I’ll be pretty busy.

Chapter 7: A Mistake? Part 1

Tuesday, September 13

6:45am

Waking up in cold sweat, Kyo felt his heart pound unforgivingly against his chest.

His alarm sounded at his bedside momentarily before his arm flopped atop the snooze button.

Casting away his covers, he got out of bed and crossed towards the bathroom. While splashing his face with cold water, he realized that the motion itself offered no feel of refreshment in any kind. Nevertheless, he carried out his morning ritual at his slightly off-beat rhythm than normal.