Liz's Drabbles
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Thread Topic: Liz's Drabbles
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Usually none of these writings will be related
-Do you believe in such a thing?;
Somehow that question registers to me as odd, especially coming from a person like him. There was never any emotion present on his face; perhaps anger like on the days he had to deal with his sister. Although I was never capable of recalling anything from this boy after he enrolled into high school other than anger and his heart of stone. As younger students, maybe, this question wouldn't have been as strange because he seemed to be careless and more content in those years. Coming about high school though it seemed like he was always calculating everything before he even uttered a single word. Also now one could perceive that he holds a bitter hatred for everything; save me. I was the only person he bothered to know. Unlike those past days where everything was fine and normal, now he only knew and possibly depended on me and no one else. Such a question from someone who only bothered to get out of his way for one single person was out of the ordinary. Such a question coming from was almost reason to laugh at him. Yet he was dead serious as he always was and showed no signs of playing around.
So did I believe what he told me?
Oddly enough the question intrigued me and brought me to think one thing: trust was what got me at that very point. I sincerely hated this boy. Everything about him made me want to burst in a fit of pure rage. The silence he always kept, those red eyes that were blank and utmost frightening and cold, the way he spoke with a flat tone if he even spoke at all, the way he stalked me endlessly- everything about him brought my blood to a boil. Yet no matter how much I hated him, I trusted he do as he promised to do to me when we first entered high school.
This boy, having taken everything from me right before me just for the sake of having me to himself, supposedly to "keep me safe" was what he always said to me with no hints of regret in his flat tone, was for some reason the same person I could trust my life with.
Yet I knew that because of our circumstances, the existence I knew as myself would cease to exist long before his own end would be met. Because he was exactly what he seemed and was rumored to be; a robot. A piece of metal. An emotionless object in entire control of his growth and feelings. So when I'm gone perhaps he will seek another to ruin the life of and trick them into thinking he loved that person, because he did the same to me and because he may have been programmed to gain some pleasure from the misery of others. He will forget me, unless there come a time where a brief memory of myself flashes through my mind; the pathetic human being who bonded with him out of fear. Surely, this man would not waste his life for one person when he knows well that he can live on for however long he wants and torture all the people he pleases long after I am gone.
For this reason, I had to regretfully tell him that I did not believe in love after death, to which he responded with a gentle glimmer of sadness in his crimson eyes. Such a thing was pretended to have gone unnoticed by me.
Instead of looking into those eyes that held emotion, I decided to close my own. My hands, made into fists, reached to touch his cold and pale cheeks. As my bony fingers uncurled outward so they would be able to cup his cheek, I feel a drop roll down my hand. I felt remorseful for saying what I've said, but it was a relief to get that truth off of my chest. At least now he knew my perspective.
I wonder if now he shows emotion because it is convenient.
I leaned my face forward, as if going to kiss him, but stopped when our lips were only a couple inches apart. My warm breath against his cold breathing seemed to make the flow of tears increase drastically. Our foreheads rested together and I had to struggle to not shiver due to the coldness of his temple. I made note that his hair scratched against my skin before I moved my lips to speak again.
-Because you will surely forget about me long after I pass.; -
Elliryanna NoviceThe second one is kind of dumb, but I love the first one!
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Looking out into the sky painted with all kinds of orange and red shades, I felt a warmness come over me. This realization that I had been accepted (by only one person, of course, but all my life I had lived it without a single sign of absolute acceptance from anyone outside of family so I was willing to take whatever I could get) made me the happiest I had been since the last time I was with my parents. I could feel nothing but my happiness, the warmth of his hand over mine, and the sun beating its rays down on us gently.
Although now, turning to speak to him as hesitantly as I did since the start of this odd story we knew made our relationship, seeing his face and clothing smothered in blood that didn't belong to him, and feeling the oozing of warm liquid down my thighs, all past events came rushing back to me.
What was the cost of this acceptance? A life?
As I thought about it,obviously stricken with the sensation of absolute fear, we started off this relationship as the victims.
Now we've slipped into insanity and have become the antagonists.
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