x-TsukinoUsagi-x

1. I am not writing a list of things that will make me hate you, as you supposed, but more a list that would help me move on. I always hated how you were very practical that way, even about emotional distress. I am not writing about the trouble with you being your incorrigible logic, your lack of tact. 2. I am not writing this because I have a habit of doing what you say, and perhaps, just maybe this would give me closure. 3. I am not going to write about how beautiful your mouth is, and how it seems like something that would have been kisses by an angel. 4. I am not going to write about how your voice tremors when you speak of loneliness.

1. I am not writing a list of things that will make me hate you, as you supposed, but more a list that would help me move on. I always hated how you were very practical that way, even about emotional distress. I am not writing about the trouble with you being your incorrigible logic, your lack of tact. 2. I am not writing this because I have a habit of doing what you say, and perhaps, just maybe this would give me closure. 3. I am not going to write about how beautiful your mouth is, and how it seems like something that would have been kisses by an angel. 4. I am not going to write about how your voice tremors when you speak of loneliness.

I run, each breath coming out raggedly. I'm terrified. Rain pours overhead, heavily, weighing me down, and I begin to cry. I stop. "No, Skylar, we have to keep going."  Anthony, pulls me by the arm, the visage of a wild thing overtaking his features. "They'll catch up to us if we don't." "I don't know if I can do this anymore." I sob, clutching what part of him I can. I avoid his eyes. I know he's disappointed in my weakness.   "Please, Skylar." I look up into his face and I see him almost smile. A strengthening smile. There's a rumbling behind us and we both turn. A scream once buried in my throat bursts. "Alright!