Thursday, December 19, 2013

Something Different. Need Help.

Using every avenue I've got. Sorry this isn't an actual story or poem. We need help. Our car's broken down and we need to either fix it, or buy a new one in order to keep what little income we have.




Wishing you all a Merry Christmas, and thank you for everything.

Friday, October 11, 2013

Bother

It's just you
I am dismissed

It's a bother
I am a bother

Ill chosen words
Cut down to my darkest self

I am a burden
Unworthy

Hurt.

Friday, April 19, 2013

Sweet Young Thing - Chapter 8


As the following days turn into weeks we settle into a rhythm, alternating where we sleep, though more often than not we end up at my place. Edward starts his new job, thriving in his environment. We cook and clean together, spend our evenings quietly at home with Brutus. We visit with Rose and Emmett a few times, and even have dinner at Edward's parents' place – something that, despite Elizabeth's apology and welcome, still has me nervous, though as it turns out, Edward Sr. is very much like his son, and I'm left feeling truly a part of Edward's family.

All in all, I feel happier than I ever recall being, and I yearn for more, though I'm unsure how to broach the subject with Edward. The more I think about it, the more I'm certain about us – about having a future together – and I want to cement that somehow. Just how is where I'm stumped. I know that the idea of us each having an apartment is becoming more and more ludicrous, considering we're always at one place or the other anyway. But with Edward, I start to feel that I need more than just living with him, something that I have somewhat of a hard time coming to terms with, because with Liam I never felt that need. Just sharing home and bed together had been enough with him, but now...

Sunday, April 14, 2013

Break

Stop breaking me
Tearing me
Patching

Waiting
Hoping
Breaking again

Stop before the pieces of me
Are too small to put together again

Shattering
My sense of self
Fracturing
Splitting

Broken

Friday, April 12, 2013

Sweet Young Thing - Chapter 7


The next morning, I almost oversleep, something I rarely do. Somehow, I've managed to turn off the alarm clock without realizing it, and it's only thanks to Brutus nuzzling my face that I wake up with just enough time to shower before heading out. Edward, who's equally groggy and slightly disoriented by the sudden waking and shock of running late, promises to make breakfast and coffee and drop it by the store after locking up my apartment for me, leaving me free to hurry out the door.

I make it to the shop with only two minutes to spare, so I have to rush through my usual opening routine. It unsettles me, as it always does the few times this has happened in the past, but I try to deal with it as best I can. At least I can look forward to a break as soon as Edward shows up, which he does about an hour after I've opened. He smiles, nodding at the customer who's paying for a couple of frames. As soon as she leaves, I sink back on the stool behind the counter, groaning. Edward glances around the store, then places the bag he brought with him on the counter before stepping around it to hug me.

Friday, April 5, 2013

Sweet Young Thing - Chapter 6


The elevator ride to my floor feels like it takes forever. The temptation to stop by his place is strong, but I'm convinced that he won't want to see me. I know he's not working today, and it's the only explanation I can think of. When I get to my door though, I feel a fluttering of hope at the sight of a post it stuck on the doorknob.

Babe,

come downstairs? Dinner's waiting.
Yours,
Edward

Slumping against my door I let out a shaky laugh as I run my fingers through my hair. If he says dinner's waiting, then things can't be as bad as I'd feared. With trembling hands I hurry to open my door so I can change into something more comfortable before heading down.

Friday, March 29, 2013

Sweet Young Thing - Chapter 5


A tickling sensation wakes me the next morning, and it takes me a second to realize it's Edward's fingers trailing back and forth along my side. With a hum, I stretch as I roll onto my back and open my eyes in search of him. He's propped up on his side, watching me with a content look on his face. His smile widens when his gaze meets mine.

Morning, sleepyhead. Guess I tired you out pretty good, huh?” He chuckles and his smile turns into a smirk as I narrow my eyes and huff.

How long have you been awake?” I ask, rolling onto my side to face him.

He wrinkles his nose and laughs. “Fine, you caught me. I've only been awake for a couple of minutes, myself.”

That's what I thought,” I mumble as I pull him closer for a kiss. “Morning, by the way,” I whisper against his lips.