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Post by faylinn on Jul 8, 2011 20:47:23 GMT
you're the one that i should never take, but i can't sleep until i devour you - - - - - Faylinn's alarm beeped loudly in her ear. Popping up suddenly, Faylinn looked around confused. She rarely, if ever, woke up at such an early hour, and, for a few seconds, Faylinn couldn't figure why she woke up so early. Then, it dawn on her. Today was her parents death day. She woke up early so she could go and honor them. It was a fairly long drive, about an hour, and she knew that she would be in the cemetery for awhile. She just hoped she wouldn't meet a ghost there. But after she visited their graves, it would be after lunch, so she'd want to eat before she drove home.
Sighing, Faylinn dragged herself out of bed and to the bathroom. Faylinn quickly got ready and ate a small breakfast. She snatched her keys off the counter and headed to her car. She beautiful, silver porche sat waiting for her in her parking space. Faylinn slipped behind the wheel and started up the engine. Pulling out, she rolled down her window. Her long blonde hair blew gently because of the wind. Her small, pale hands, gripped the steering wheel tightly, trying to take her mind somewhere besides that day. Faylinn knew that she would be vulnerable while at the cemetery. That was undeniable. After what happened, even Faylinn couldn't keep away the fact that it hurt. It hurt to know that your parents were dead. And to know that you were the one to kill them.
Almost an hour later, Faylinn spotted the exit for the old town her parents were buried in. She turned of the highway and slowed down considerably. Suddenly wishing to delay her visit, she stopped in front of a fast food restaurant. She parked her porche, locked the doors and heading inside. Looking around, she realized how out of place she truly was. The few people in the store with her looked rather scruffy and Faylinn? She was wearing all Gucci. Sighing loudly, Faylinn walked up to the counter. ”Chicken sandwich please. Make it a meal with lemonade too.” she told the cashier harshly. The small women nodded nervously and rushed off to get Faylinn's order. The women placed it all on a tray, which Faylinn picked up and walked over to a table in the corner.
Sitting down, Faylinn quietly ate her food, trying to eat as slowly as possible. She was in no hurry to finish and see her parents. Faylinn was actually dreading it, as she did each year. Faylinn, as cold as she came across, as emotionless as she seemed, she did feel. And the fact that she was the one to murder her own parents killed her on the inside. And year after year, when she visited their grave, Faylinn felt broken on the inside. Yet year after year, she went by herself and never brought anyone along to comfort her. TEMPLATE BY VIKA OF CAUTION. |
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Post by DYLAN JAMES COLLINS on Jul 10, 2011 1:29:08 GMT
Dylan’s alarm seemed to scream out a series of annoying beeping noises as he just rolled over into his pillow, the muscles of his back flexing as he stretched his thin legs and torso. He groaned as he just allowed his phone to continuing beeping, as he stared blankly into his head board. This was his regular routine lately, but it kept him sane and allowed him to think easily. He finally clicked off his alarm, rolling off of his bed and running his fingers through his mangled hair. He definitely was not a morning person, but he was already becoming accustomed to waking up this early. She just slipped into a black t-shirt that hung loosely from his shoulders, a black pair of shorts, and his white and black tennis shoes. He quickly walked out of his family’s house, just yawning once more as he then began to run, tucking his keys and his phone in his two pockets.
The cool, crisp air made his skin tingle as he continued to run for a while. Thoughts seemed to consume him. They were simply about the fact that he could not completely believe he had this family that still desired to have him in their midst. To him the idea had seemed unreal, but that was probably because he had lived without them for all of his life until last week. He had known they existed, but he had originally despised them from the lies that Dahlia had told him ever since he was old enough to comprehend the words spoken to him. By now, he was sprinting, his breath coming out short and ragged, knowing the thoughts were once again compelling to only run faster and harder. After about twenty minutes of this continuous cycle, he just stopped, leaning against the wall of a building, trying to steady himself from the strenuous exercise. He simply then noticed that it was a fast food restaurant, as he just thought carefully about what he might want or if he wanted anything. He knew fast food was something he ought to avoid especially if he wanted to keep his figure the way it was, even though some people told him he was far too small.
He just flicked his hair to the side like he always did, it needing a cut because it was much longer than normal. He just stepped inside, another set of cool air running over his skin, making goose bumps appear on his skin. He walked up to the counter after a young girl ordered. A lady came back with her food and that was when Dylan realized the strained expression on the young woman’s face. He just moved on after a moment, “Just a cup for water please,” he said, but the lady said he needed to buy something with it as well. He sighed, patting down his shorts, and then realizing he did not bring any money with him. “You have to be kidding,” he murmured as he just paused, really just rather thirsty from his run.
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Post by faylinn on Jul 11, 2011 3:43:37 GMT
you're the one that i should never take, but i can't sleep until i devour you - - - - - Faylinn munched boredly on her food. Faylinn normally hated fast food, but she needed something, anything to take her mind away from where it was. She needed something to stall her, anything to stall her, from visiting that dreaded grave. Faylinn frowned at the thought and began eating even faster. She grabbed a napkin and wiped her hands before eating a different food. Faylinn hated having her hands greasy, so she did wipe her hands often.
Faylinn glanced up with she heard the bell of the store door clang. A toned, but thin boy strolled in. He was tall, around a foot taller than her 5'0” height. Faylinn tapped her stiletto heel on the tile flooring softly as her electric blue eyes followed the boy. He intrigued her. He had dark brown hair and bright blue eyes that reminded Faylinn of her own. Twirling a strand of hair around her index finger, Faylinn looked back at her food. She wasn't even truly all that hungry. Yet a bad habit of Faylinn's was to eat when she was either upset or bored. She normally ate from boredom, but at times she got upset. And this was when she ate the most.
Faylinn overheard the guy who entered ordering, and then he murmured something angrily. Had he forgotten his wallet. She looked at him again. He looked fairly tired and upset. Faylinn sighed to herself. He was lucky at she was upset today, because she acted odd at those times. She suddenly stood and strutted up to the counter. ”Just get the water. I'll pay.” Faylinn snapped, and the women jumped slightly and ran to get the water. She came back quickly, and Faylinn paid for the water. ”You are lucky I decided to be kind.” Faylinn told him carelessly, going back to her table. She sighed deeply, and went back to eating her food. TEMPLATE BY VIKA OF CAUTION. |
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Post by DYLAN JAMES COLLINS on Jul 12, 2011 4:12:05 GMT
Dylan then heard the girl, her tone making the woman behind the counter just automatically go get the water. The tone did give him an icey sensation, but it was also slightly intimidating. He just smirked at his comment and then grabbed the water, shooting the woman behind the counter a look. He had not been rude to her but if she had known that she had gotten afraid easily he might have tried to release an authentic growl. The thought made him laugh as he finally turned on the balls of his feet to seek out the young woman who paid for this water. She really did not have to do that after all and she had an attitude that made him curious about her.
He stood next to the table, wanting to push a few falling strands of hair away from her face as she seemed to be occupied with her food. “May I please sit with you? I figured I owe you something and since you’re quite alone, I might offer my company. Thank you though, for paying for the water,” he said as he just sat down giving her time to respond, but would sit down anyways because she seemed like she needed a pick me up.
“I’m Dylan by the way, Dylan Collins. What about you?” He asked her, noticing her blue eyes that seemed to be the same color as his. He was starting to notice that people seemed to stare into his eyes as though they were stuck on them. He wondered what it was about them but he was just born this way.
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Post by faylinn on Jul 18, 2011 4:09:13 GMT
you're the one that i should never take, but i can't sleep until i devour you - - - - - Faylinn looked up with raised eyebrows. Was he kidding? No one ever wanted to be around her after they got a whiff of her terrible attitude. But before Faylinn could even respond, he sat down across from her. She didn't say anything, because she knew was trying to be nice, but she was kind of pissed that he did that. Faylinn always hated when people asked to do something, then did it without getting an answer. She thought it was just so rude. But today, Faylinn was so not herself, she said nothing. Plus, for the first time in a long time, she would admit to herself that she was feeling lonely. Faylinn had a weird habit of denying to her herself that she was lonely. She refused to admit that she should change and make new friends. Faylinn hated change, and she definitely didn't wish to change herself. And Faylinn couldn't even say that she found herself perfect, and her refusal to change was her being stubborn. Faylinn knew that she should learn to contain her temper. After that was why Faylinn was the way she was. It was why she was here, and it basically explained her completely.
As Faylinn sat there in her own thoughts, she realized that her eyes had began to water. Thankfully she was still looking down at her food. Faylinn pushed her hair behind her ears while wiping her eyes. She was trying to hide the fact that she had began to cry, because she was ashamed of it. Faylinn watched her pale, delicate hands for a second or two before looking back up at the man sitting opposite her. Her icy blue eyes couldn't help but to stare at his. They held an odd attraction for her. Maybe it was because she was unaccustomed to seeing eyes the same color as hers. She managed a smile when he introduced himself. He had a nice name in her opinion. It wasn't extremely uncommon, and that's what she liked. It seemed that most people Faylinn met now a days had an extraordinarily uncommon name. But of course, Faylinn had a rather different name as well.
Upon thinking about her name, Faylinn realized that she hadn't introduced herself yet. ”I'm Faylinn. It's nice to meet you. And thank you for sitting with me.” Faylinn said politely, and uncharacteristically. Faylinn was unsure why she felt so different day, because it wasn't the first time he visited her parents' graves. Yet for some reason, this year seemed so much worse, and much more depressing. Faylinn sighed and rested her chin in her hand. TEMPLATE BY VIKA OF CAUTION. |
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Post by DYLAN JAMES COLLINS on Jul 22, 2011 20:50:53 GMT
Dylan just watched her for a moment, then seeing her wipe her eyes and he felt himself panic inside. Was she crying? He opened his mouth to say something, but nothing came out and he just could not help but look at her, even though he knew it was rude to stare. “A-a-are you okay?” He said, his cheeks flushing as he stuttered. Could he make it any more obvious that he did not know how to act around girls? He just felt frozen to his seat once again, wondering exactly what he ought to do to help her. Then she had introduced herself and he just smiled, like the name Faylinn, having to admit that he had never met one before.
“It’s a pleasure to meet you. Faylinn is a beautiful name,” he said, and just smiled more as she thanked him for sitting with her. “I’d be happy to any day,” he said, hearing her sigh. He could not help but wonder what was wrong or if he did something. “I mean, if you need someone to talk to. I know some people would rather not talk to people about things going on in their life,” he said babbling as he just felt like smacking himself for digging himself into a hole.
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Notes: Sorry again I had not posted for so long and that it’s short. >_<
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Post by faylinn on Jul 23, 2011 4:29:50 GMT
| [atrb=border,0,true][atrb=cellSpacing,0,true][atrb=cellPadding,10,true][atrb=style, background-color: #423c42;,true][cs=2] & YOU'RE NOT EVEN HUMAN ` YOU'RE JUST A LOVELY IDEA OF ONE WHO I ACCIDENTALLY LOVED AND GAVE EVERYTHING TO BECOME THE GIRL ON THE PIANO BENCH SINGING ALL OF
HER TEARS - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - away | | [atrb=width,240] Faylinn ran a hand through her hair, trying to hide how awkward she felt that he noticed. Faylinn wasn't much of a crier, seeing how she rarely seemed to have any emotions. It was something Faylinn had trained herself to do, be emotionless unless it was anger. Faylinn thought anything else to be admitting defeat. She thought herself as tough, so crying was simply not an option. Not for Faylinn. Nervously looking down, Faylinn suddenly realized that she was nervous. She was never nervous. Faylinn was stunned. She never acted like this. But then again, she was never around people on this day.
”I'd rather not answer that,” Faylinn said simply, trying to ignore his question. If he would forget her tears, she wouldn't mention his stutter. Did she make him that nervous? Was she being rude without trying to? That's something new and unexpected. Faylinn smiled at him. Then realized what she was doing and wiped it off her face. Then replaced it with a glare. Then thought it was too harsh and settled with an expression of carelessness. Faylinn knew in the back of her mind that she probably looked crazy changing her expression so much so quickly.
Faylinn blinked and smiled slightly when he complimented her name. ”Dylan is a nice name as well,” Faylinn complimented. She was happy to hear that he didn't mind being around her. So she wasn't being scary accidentally! Suddenly he caught her off guard. ”It's a sad story. You'd probably rather not know,” Faylinn said simply | [atrb=width,140]
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Post by DYLAN JAMES COLLINS on Jul 23, 2011 4:43:20 GMT
Dylan could tell she was trying not to cry or show anything to him and he felt sorry for her, that she could not release all of what was building up behind the scenes. He wanted to simply reach out and touch her hand, but then again what if she was skeptical about people touching her or hated sympathy? There was never a way to win with people whenever you came across emotional situations like this. Obviously something had brought her to be this way and it did not just happen over night. He knew that holding emotions in like she was, was rather unhealthy and depressing. All he wanted to do was cheer her up and find some way to help her, even if that meant sacrificing a day or two.
When she said those words, he just held a sigh back, looking down. Then, he looked back up at her seeing her expressions change quickly and he could tell she was on the brink of letting everything out and then closing herself off to him. He was very unfamiliar with this because when he had lived with Dahlia, he just let everything out in some way or another. There had been many times where he slammed doors and screamed at Dahlia for keeping him locked up. That was another thing that was much more unhealthy as well. A smile came to her lips and he could not help but notice how beautiful it was. “You have a beautiful smile, ya know?” He said, just trying to keep that smile perched on her face.
Then when he said those words, he just smiled comfortingly, “I want to hear it, only if you want to talk to me though,” he said, his tone only showing that he wanted to help her. Dylan had never felt so happy right now. Maybe helping people was the best medicine in this life because it left a happiness in him that ran from the top of his head to the tip of his toes.
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Post by faylinn on Jul 23, 2011 5:15:21 GMT
| [atrb=border,0,true][atrb=cellSpacing,0,true][atrb=cellPadding,10,true][atrb=style, background-color: #423c42;,true][cs=2] & YOU'RE NOT EVEN HUMAN ` YOU'RE JUST A LOVELY IDEA OF ONE WHO I ACCIDENTALLY LOVED AND GAVE EVERYTHING TO BECOME THE GIRL ON THE PIANO BENCH SINGING ALL OF
HER TEARS - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - away | | [atrb=width,240] Faylinn bit her bottom lip, something she normally didn't do. She looked at her hands instead of the man across from her. He made her feel too comfortable. As weird as it sounds, Faylinn hated the feeling of being comfortable. She preferred to feel uncomfortable around others. That way she didn't reveal too much. If anyone were to know what she's done, it would be worse then what they think of her anyways. Faylinn couldn't stand that. She may say she hates people, but that wasn't true. And what they thought of her mattered very much to her. Faylinn had no confidence in herself, so she sought her confidence in how people saw her. Being thought of as a bitch made her feel powerful. But being thought of as a murderer was unbearable. Faylinn clenched her hands together tightly, holding back her stinging tears.
Faylinn wanted more than anything to hide her feelings, to stuff them away again and lock it up. Faylinn looked across the table at Dylan, feeling tears spill out and fall down her pale cheeks. ”Shit,” Faylinn thought. She forced a smile, quickly wiping her face. He would think she was so pathetic. Crying in front of a stranger in a public place for no apparent reason. Should she explain, simply to not look crazy? And how much should she divulge. Not all of it of course, but how much exactly. Faylinn sat there silently, mulling it over. ”T-thank you,” she managed to stutter out after hearing the compliment. She only continued to keep up her fake smile. Faylinn couldn't believe herself.
”I'm visiting my parents' graves,” Faylinn blurted out rather quickly. She hadn't intended to say it, but it simply came out. Embarrassed, Faylinn looked at her feet. That was such an awkward thing to be doing, especially seeing how she was in a fast food restaurant. Faylinn chuckled nervously, waiting for him to say something. Or leave because he thought she was weird. Faylinn sighed, trying to regain herself and not look like an idiot. | [atrb=width,140]
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Post by DYLAN JAMES COLLINS on Jul 23, 2011 6:45:14 GMT
Dylan just watched her, noticing that she had grown rather nervous and he just wanted to comfort her and wanted her to know that she could trust him with anything. He was loyal that way because he would not spill one drop of information that he heard today, not to anyone. He was unsure if he could really do anything with it even if she gave him the opportunity, but he still would not risk it. He could tell by how she was behaving that it was something important and harmful to her. Maybe he ought to just allow her to keep it to herself, but he had given her the choice and right now that was the most important thing. She had to make the choice to tell him because he would feel guilty if he made her tell him.
Then he saw the tears spill and he had known it would have happened the moment she started acting this way, but right now he just leaned forward, slipping a hand over to hers and grasping it tightly. The action seemed so natural and he blinked realizing he had done the one thing that he had argued about moments ago. However, the deed was done and therefore there was no returning to two seconds ago before he had done it. “You’re welcome,” he said, meaning it as he just did not let go, something telling him not to let her go, to slip between his fingers.
Then the truth came out and he froze for a moment, seeing then her reaction. He knew that he had to comfort her or do something and he immediately knew the perfect thing. “Can I join you?” he asked her, hoping that he would not shoot down his offer because inside he was desperately hoping he could go with her. He understood what growing up without parents was like and living every day knowing you were alone. Maybe she had a different story though, one that he did not expect.
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Post by faylinn on Jul 24, 2011 20:16:28 GMT
| [atrb=border,0,true][atrb=cellSpacing,0,true][atrb=cellPadding,10,true][atrb=style, background-color: #423c42;,true][cs=2] & YOU'RE NOT EVEN HUMAN ` YOU'RE JUST A LOVELY IDEA OF ONE WHO I ACCIDENTALLY LOVED AND GAVE EVERYTHING TO BECOME THE GIRL ON THE PIANO BENCH SINGING ALL OF
HER TEARS - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - away | | [atrb=width,240] Faylinn nervously awaited his answer. What would he say, what would he think? Why did Faylinn care so much? Because she was obsessed with image. Stupid OCD kicking in there. Suddenly he grasped her hand. Faylinn was shocked not only by how warm it was, but also by how she didn't pull away. Faylinn hated being touched. Hated it even more when people did it without permission. But with Dylan, she didn't mind his warm hand. Maybe partly because hers was cold as ice. Faylinn's body was always cold to the touch. Almost upon instinct, Faylinn closed her hand around his as well. She feel slightly comforted by him.
With her free hand, Faylinn wiped her face again. No one ever complimented her without wanting something from her. Faylinn was so used to yelling at people when they said nice things to her, that it felt weird to not say anything. It was even weirder to somewhat enjoy the compliment. Faylinn couldn't help but feel that he was being genuine. Looking down at their hands Faylinn let a smile paint itself on her face. A genuine smile, with warmth instead of her normal, fake, sadistic smile.
Just then Faylinn was shocked. He wanted to some along? He wanted to be around her while she visited her dead parents' grave? She knew he didn't know the full story, otherwise he most definitely wouldn't want to come. But the fact that he offered to come and be able to comfort her while she mourned her parents' death made her feel better. Faylinn realized that she had just made a friend a person she barely knew. And she didn't actually care.
Faylinn stood up, realizing his hand in the process. She smiled at him. ”I'd love it if you came. Thank you,” Faylinn said kindly. She quickly threw out her things and waited for him. She wondered to herself if he'd want to hold her hand. Probably not, they barely knew each other and they would look like a couple. But just he coming with her was so nice of him. Faylinn made this trip yearly and was typically alone. Occasionally her cousin, Eve, would come along. But Eve hadn't been able to come with Faylinn for the past 2 years. Faylinn didn't blame her though. Eve was married, and today was her husband's birthday. Faylinn couldn't expect her to come along. Now that Dylan was coming, Faylinn couldn't help but feel a sense of relief. | [atrb=width,140]
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Post by DYLAN JAMES COLLINS on Jul 25, 2011 21:35:44 GMT
Dylan was relieved that she did not pull away, but he could not help but notice how cold her hands were, but he kept his hand on her, just squeezing hers a little. He had noticed her shock, but it turned into relaxing a she grasped his hand back a little. He saw her smile and it only brought one to his, wanting to once again keep that smile on her face as though it was some sort of addiction. He realized just now that it was something he always liked, making people smile. He was not sure why, but maybe it was because he was exhausted of being stuck in all the hate that wrapped a good portion of his life.
Another look of shock seemed to shift in her expression as she just seemed a bit caught off guard by his request and then when she said what she did, a smile crept across his face. He collected himself and caught up with her after she threw out her things. He just followed her, knowing she would lead him there as he just stood next to her. “I’m glad I could do this for you because no one should have to do something like this alone, even if it’s just visiting a relative’s grave,” he said, stuffing his hands in his pockets as he gazed down at her momentarily. He had run past the courtyard, so he found himself walking in the direction without her leading him anyways.
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Post by faylinn on Jul 28, 2011 3:54:10 GMT
| [atrb=border,0,true][atrb=cellSpacing,0,true][atrb=cellPadding,10,true][atrb=style, background-color: #423c42;,true][cs=2] & YOU'RE NOT EVEN HUMAN ` YOU'RE JUST A LOVELY IDEA OF ONE WHO I ACCIDENTALLY LOVED AND GAVE EVERYTHING TO BECOME THE GIRL ON THE PIANO BENCH SINGING ALL OF
HER TEARS - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - away | | [atrb=width,240] Faylinn was silent as she practically glided over the ground. Her heels clicked softly to the point where they made almost no noise. Faylinn watched her feet closely as she took each step. Her small feet moved with grace and precision, carefully placing each step. Faylinn exhaled softly, watching the wisps of hair that had fallen about her face because it was tilted down. The strands of hair swayed lightly with each of Faylinn's calculated steps. Faylinn looked up, only to have strands of hair falling in front of her pale face. Huffing gently, she blew them out of her vision. Her pale, pink lips tugged upwards into a smile as she watch Dylan run ahead of her. Not wanting he to be too far ahead of her, she ran to catch up with him, feeling herself laugh softly as she did.
Faylinn felt like a child once more, like she was regaining the years she had lost after her parents died. Faylinn was forced to grow up at an tender age of 15. Her world had come crashing down around her that day, and she had never been the same. Having been shoved into a world of adults when she was so young, Faylinn developed a cold, harsh attitude. It was rare that anyone brought out any good in her, seeing how there was so little of it. Faylinn hated not only herself, but almost everything about her. And she was secretly shocked that Dylan had broken through her shell so easily. No one had ever been able to do this before, and Faylinn had planned to keep it that way. As much fun as Faylinn was having with Dylan, despite this being a horrible day for her, she despised how he could reach through her bitchy exterior and make her laugh. Faylinn hated the vulnerability that put her through.
Reaching the entrance of the graveyard, Faylinn shoved open the creaky door. She held it open for Dylan to pass through and picked her way through the graves. The path was familiar to her. Finding the two familiar, marble headstone, Faylinn crouched down and bowed her head. ”Mother, Father.. It's me again. I know you probably don't want me here, but I am.” Faylinn murmured under her breath, the words slipping out like she had recited them a thousand times. In actuality, she was simply saying what felt right. Faylinn knew full well that they'd prefer her to shave away from their graves. | [atrb=width,140]
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Post by DYLAN JAMES COLLINS on Jul 28, 2011 21:52:11 GMT
Dylan she laughed a bit as she ran after him to catch up as he just saw her smile, like she was a little child, just enjoying the time. He could see her being his little sister, and he even felt a slight sense of responsibility for her right now. He knew he would protect her if anything weird managed to happen that would put her life at risk. It was like a new instinct of protection festered in him as she just looked at her blond hair waving around her shoulders and back as she ran.
They finally reached the entrance of the graveyard, as he just looked around, feeling slightly awkward in a graveyard. Something just felt wrong about accompanying the dead as he just went past a few headstones, allowing Faylinn to have her privacy, but couldn’t help over hearing her soft words as he passed her, just reading the countless names and feeling sorry for her. She said that they probably did not want to see her, but if he knew anything about true parents is that they loved their children and would sacrifice anything to see them, but maybe she had not had the typical family life, so he remained silent as he just finally came around next to her after a few minutes.
He just glanced at their names, his hand slipping around Faylinn’s shoulders and pulling her to him softly, just so that her shoulder dug in gently to his side because he was slightly taller than her.
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Post by faylinn on Aug 16, 2011 2:51:03 GMT
| [atrb=border,0,true][atrb=cellSpacing,0,true][atrb=cellPadding,10,true][atrb=style, background-color: #423c42;,true][cs=2] & YOU'RE NOT EVEN HUMAN ` YOU'RE JUST A LOVELY IDEA OF ONE WHO I ACCIDENTALLY LOVED AND GAVE EVERYTHING TO BECOME THE GIRL ON THE PIANO BENCH SINGING ALL OF
HER TEARS - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - away | | [atrb=width,240] Faylinn embraced him softly, not thinking about what she was doing. When she came to her senses, she looked away and down at the grave again. She crouched down in front of it and hid her face. She was blushing because Faylinn hadn't hugged a guy since her father passed away. And even then she didn't hug him much. It was extremely awkward for Faylinn to have ever hugged him. Faylinn hated hugs to. Was she really feeling that low and alone? Was Faylinn really that upset over all this, and feeling so rejected after all these years. She didn't want to think it was that, but ti was all she could come up with. After all she probably cared Dylan. Faylinn mentally face-palmed herself for being so careless and impulsive. Faylinn wasn't impulsive, she was careful and controlled. She thought things out. She must have been really upset all this time and suppressed it. Was Faylinn that used to shoving her feelings aside that when someone did a nice thing for her, she simply went on impulse?
Faylinn shook her head to clear her thoughts. She was confusing herself and making things worse. She wasn't acting like herself at all. But if she acted all bitchy out of nowhere, she would come across as a lunatic. That was her last intention at the moment. She'd rather appear to have it all together. To seem like even though she'd gone through this tragedy, she was strong. Faylinn didn't want to seem crazy, or violent. Faylinn buried her face in her hands as she tried to find herself. What was wrong with her today? She never thought she was really this vulnerable.
”I'm sorry...” Faylinn mumbled out. She felt the need to apologize for having randomly hugging him. He probably thought it was really weird like Faylinn did. Faylinn wiped her face to rid it of any tears. Everyone told her that she looked ugliest when she was crying. And by everyone she meant Eva of course. She was the only one to see her cry, really cry. With her red, puffy eyes, she was apparently ugly. Eva obviously said it in a kinder way, but Faylinn knew what she meant. Faylinn assumed that unlike most girls she was appalling with tears rolling down her pale cheeks. So she tried to not cry. | [atrb=width,140]
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Post by DYLAN JAMES COLLINS on Aug 16, 2011 3:44:11 GMT
Dylan just felt her hug him and he smiled softly, just wrapping his arms around her snuggly, almost feeling a bit better that he had come with her after everything. Then, she seemed to pull back suddenly in thought and as though he had hurt her in some way. Then she apologized moments later and his eyebrows furrowed as he gazed at her. She had not done anything wrong so these words puzzled him to the point he just looked down at her, bringing a hand to support her chin to gaze up at him. His eyebrows furrowed in obvious confusion as though he could not find his words. “Why are you apologizing?” He asked her softly, worried about her considering that she seemed to be apologizing for something pointless.
There was another thing, that she was about to cry and he just tilted his head and smiled sadly. “Faylinn, you know, you don’t have to hide your tears from me. I won’t judge you for it and nor should anyone else. You’re a beautiful girl, and I wish I could help you,” he said and then he pulled her into a hug, one that was good enough to be from a teddy bear as he just rested his head on top of hers. “Besides, I’m a huge crier when it comes to things like this. I spent years thinking my parents were dead. For many of those years, I was either crying or completely angry,” he said, whispering softly, only wanting to take her pain away.
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