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Post by eden on Nov 8, 2012 1:51:29 GMT
She stopped when he said he didn't have a phone, so turning around she just smiled at him. "Well you could always call me on a pay phone. Or better yet come by the bar again, I just hope I see you again stranger. And I would rather call you stranger then prick, because your not a prick no matter how nasty you can get" And with that she took out her car keys and sighed "Well if you decide you want a ride home let me know, since I will be walking slowly to my car" She gave him another chance and took off towards her car slowly.
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ilyas aylin
WATER SPRITE
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Maybe You're Not Seeing, The Side Of Me You Should
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Post by ilyas aylin on Nov 8, 2012 15:02:05 GMT
“This is my home,” he mumbled, but probably not loud enough for her to still hear. It wasn’t completely the truth, but somehow, he did wish it was. That motel room was crowding him, it was terrible. He much preferred to spend his time outside, no matter whether it was day or night. He felt strangely comfortable in nature, although that really wasn’t that strange, seeing as how he’d been travelling for half of his life. It came so natural to sleep outside; weather conditions bothered him little and he’d usually stay far away from people, so they wouldn’t bother him either. He hadn’t yet managed that here, though.
His eyes followed the slow movements of the young lady. Whether he’d like it or not, he’d see her again. That much was sure, as there was only one single bar in this town. He would be a frequent visitor, and since she worked there, it was hard to avoid her. And really, it wouldn’t be that bad. He’d ran into worse people in his life. This one was a little determined, but her heart was in the right spot. Part of him hoped he’d remember her after sobering up.
With a soft sigh, he averted his eyes up at the sky again. It was late, and silent now. The rest of the night, he spend alone, with his thoughts. But for some strange reason, he couldn’t completely shake the words of this girl. Maybe she had a point. The paper with her phone number; he’d put it back in his pocket. He wasn’t going to call her, or at least, he didn’t plan to. But you never know. You never know.
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Post by eden on Nov 9, 2012 0:35:57 GMT
She didn't know how he would survive but had faith that he would, she ended up going to her car and went home. It was a rather wonderful thing to feel right now, sighing softly as he smiled and went home. Wondering if they would bump into each other again.
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