![]() The car slowed and I got out, closing the door behind me and walking back the way we had come without looking around. I glanced over at Atticus, his eyes stoically trained on the road ahead of us. A strong urge to get out of the car and head north with no direction clear to my mind washed over me and I could feel my heartbeat quicken. I stared mesmerized by a flurry of leaves dragged off of their respective trees by the uncaring and wild wind. Suddenly a rumble of thunder drew my attention out of the window. His clouds were brooding and left me feeling trapped under mountains of emotion. He was cold and relentless his lightning flared out and toppled houses and cars. I needed my friends, my cat, my parents- I needed them all to function and Atticus- he was just a storm. If we had each other, we didn't need anyone else, right? But I needed someone else. I hated that it was him and me against the world. I hated that I was trapped in the eye of a rolling vortex, silent and waiting while he destroyed the world around us and burned all the bridges that lead to the ones we loved. I loved his wildness his unpredictable mood, his jealousy, his indigo eyes that saw only me in a crowded room.īut I hated it. Everything was just out of my reach: the swirling purple clouds, the wind, and feeling in the air of a storm about to approach and quench the parched earth- him. I felt so weak and helpless, crying in the passenger seat of his car again while the outside world rolled by. The lump in my throat was simultaneously suffocating me and sinking heavily to the pit of my stomach. ![]() As our shouts cleared from the air, I leaned my head against the car window, tears gathering in my eyes.
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