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“For the two of us, home isn’t a place. It is a person. And we are finally home.” – Stephanie Perkins
I lightly hit the cushioned snow covered floor as I ran forward. The bottom of my paws became damp until they felt numb from the wind nipping at me. The cold air flew against my body, trying miserably to slow me down. My dark brown fur with specks of black whipped back and forth in the winter winds that cooled my heated body. This weather didn’t stand a chance against me. The snowflakes clinging for dear life on my fur tried to strike a shiver through my body. There was a fire coursing through me, keeping me warm against the toughest days.
I pushed my aching legs further into the dense woods. I felt the muscles in my shoulder blades pressing against each other every time I brought my heavy paws down on the snow. My ears that normally twitched, able to hear anything for miles, were pressed snugly on the top of my head so the wind wouldn’t bother them. I narrowed my eyes to prevent any snowflakes to get past my long eyelashes that also had small snowflakes hanging down over me.
I let out a puff of air through my black nose and saw the warm air rise until the cold temperature seized it. As I swerved my body in and out of the tall trees bare of leaves in my path, I heard an even howl break through the comfortable silence. The sudden noise caught me off guard, causing my constant pace falter. I craned my neck backwards to see a pale white wolf appear miraculously next to me. Her electric blue eyes, standing out from the bland colors around us, connected with my caramel colored ones for a second. She had a speck of snow resting on her light brown snout that she didn’t seem to care about. She tilted her head to observe me for a second before were off, running towards nothing in particular.
“No evil dooms us hopelessly except the evil we love, and desire to continue in, and make no effort to escape from. ” – George Eliot
He was too drunk to know how many drinks he’s had tonight. He got up slowly, and even then if felt like his brain inside his head was spinning around and around while his head was completely still. It was ten and the boy had to somehow make his way to a party. Thank goodness it was down the block, he thought. He put on his jean jacket and and his Nikes and went for the door handle. He looked to his right, or left, whichever, and saw their old cork board filled with their pictures. He let go of the door handle and leaned against the opposite wall and slid down to the floor looking at a two year relationship through a series of pictures. And to think that we were gone now, he thought. The boy started to cry.
He missed her soft wavy hair, the happiness in her eyes that sparked a new adventure. Her being mischievous making things oh so exciting for him. He remembers how they would watch movies all night and get drunk together. And now he was here, getting intoxicated by himself.
He wiped away his tears, ruffled his black curly hair, and walked out the door without another look at the pictures. He walked with fury to the party. Rage surging through his veins, thinking of the night that she had left him, which was about a week ago.
Today- I Hate Nerds
Class is about to end, and instead of staring at the clock like all the other idiots in class, that seem to think it is there utmost responsibility to run out of the classroom to rush to their next class, I’m staring at her legs.
They’re caramel colored and not long or short just somewhere in between and my eyes drift up past her pink skirt to her long sleeve black lacy top. My eyes lingered for a second on her chest before looking at her face. She was another one not looking at the clock like me. She was writing on her notebook. Maybe a poem, a short story, a song, a suicide note, or a love letter. Anything really. She looked up, her dark brown hair moving with her as she looked out the window biting her lip. Her eyes looked so lost and caught up in her own thoughts and I thought she was absolutely beautiful.
Then the damn bell rang and all the stupid idiots rushing to the door. Who’s so eager to get to class anyways? Fucking nerds.
I get up swiftly and walk behind her, since she always headed to her locker after this class to get her books for the rest of the afternoon. My locker was a few down from hers and I would always stop here with her even though I didn’t need any books. I just needed her.
“Hey Valentine,” I said with my smile. She turned around smiled a knowing smile since she knew I was the only one that called her by her real name.
“Hey, there rock star,” Valentine said hitting my chest playfully. Her grey eyes were shined when she saw my face.