"I'm going to jump"
He stares to the void in front of him.
I'm the only one up here. They'll put me for murder.
"Well, go back inside then."
Nah, if you are going to do it, i'll watch from here.
They sat in contemplative silence.
Wow. 30 floors down. Wonder what he'll look like when he hits it.
"You heard what he said. I'm apparently just an embarassment to his existance"
Yea. Some form of refraint could be used there.
"Highly unlikely. I think he said what was to be said, in the manner it needed to be said in"
Well your father's quite known to be the one that says the dumbest things. Most of the time it sounds like you got disowned, this time it just seemed more convincing.
Not much of a difference today. You and your dad had a row, i'm here to ease the tension, and one way or the other, this will end. Not the first time eh? We lost count.
Except this time we're on a ledge 30 floors up.
I know there's more to it than him.
I know you want it to end.
But you must understand, you're looking for a permanent solution to a temporary problem.
"Sounds like a good deal to me"
"That man had nothing to say to me. He just wanted to make sure he embarassed me in front of everyone."
I know. We all knew. No one is holding it against you.
But some form of restraint could be used here as well
"Give me one good reason not to do this."
Hah
You'll be the ugliest thing at your own funeral.
"Heh. You're a bastard man."
I know.
"All right then. Got something to smoke?"
Thursday, 23 August 2007
Wednesday, 22 August 2007
Dreamweaver 004 - The Fishes in the Bowl~
"Don't come near me" she said.
She glared.
Her gaze sharpened.
Frail, she shivered.
There's so much anger in her.
"One step closer, and i will do it".
She must know what trust is.
Then i will be the one to teach her.
He took another step.
Her grip tightened around her blade.
I won't tell you to calm down.
I won't waste any more words on you.
He takes another step.
And she takes aim.
Gently, to cause no alarm, he places his hands on her shoulders.
"Let me go" she says.
But he refused to listen.
The tip of her blade presses against his chest.
"You should not lay a hand on me"
He looked her in the eyes,
This i can do for you
She trembles as his hands slid down her arms,
and traced the arch of her back.
"Please don't do this..."
He pulls her closer, gently, and caresses his cheek against hers,
as the blade finally penetrated his skin.
The warmth of his body, his blood on her hands...
One of us will lose their resolve.
"It won't be me..."
I pray to God that what you do is true.
If i chose not to believe, then you will truly have no one.
He draws her closer, and the blade thrusts deeper...
"Why are you doing this?"
If you're resolve is true, let me be the one to uphold it.
If this is the burden you carry, let me help you bear it.
Let me uphold you.
"But i may be wrong-"
Too late
He pulls her near, and his strength began to weaken.
At this point, the last thing i want to hear from you is doubts in your actions.
His legs began to falter, and he slowly falls to the ground.
I give you, myself. Abuse it and you shall never feel this privileged again.
His vision began to blur,
His senses began to dim.
His grip began to loosen,
His consciousness fades away.
The only thing i can hold on to now, is the scent of your hair.
And they held each other close. With only the stars as their witnesses.
Their miniscule warm gaze observed from a distance,
As how we do fishes in a bowl.
She glared.
Her gaze sharpened.
Frail, she shivered.
There's so much anger in her.
"One step closer, and i will do it".
She must know what trust is.
Then i will be the one to teach her.
He took another step.
Her grip tightened around her blade.
I won't tell you to calm down.
I won't waste any more words on you.
He takes another step.
And she takes aim.
Gently, to cause no alarm, he places his hands on her shoulders.
"Let me go" she says.
But he refused to listen.
The tip of her blade presses against his chest.
"You should not lay a hand on me"
He looked her in the eyes,
This i can do for you
She trembles as his hands slid down her arms,
and traced the arch of her back.
"Please don't do this..."
He pulls her closer, gently, and caresses his cheek against hers,
as the blade finally penetrated his skin.
The warmth of his body, his blood on her hands...
One of us will lose their resolve.
"It won't be me..."
I pray to God that what you do is true.
If i chose not to believe, then you will truly have no one.
He draws her closer, and the blade thrusts deeper...
"Why are you doing this?"
If you're resolve is true, let me be the one to uphold it.
If this is the burden you carry, let me help you bear it.
Let me uphold you.
"But i may be wrong-"
Too late
He pulls her near, and his strength began to weaken.
At this point, the last thing i want to hear from you is doubts in your actions.
His legs began to falter, and he slowly falls to the ground.
I give you, myself. Abuse it and you shall never feel this privileged again.
His vision began to blur,
His senses began to dim.
His grip began to loosen,
His consciousness fades away.
The only thing i can hold on to now, is the scent of your hair.
And they held each other close. With only the stars as their witnesses.
Their miniscule warm gaze observed from a distance,
As how we do fishes in a bowl.
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