We miss you @Ana
It's been a rough few weeks, but I though I'd pop in.
I've kept in contact with a few people.
Update me on what's been going on~
OMG, WHERE HAVE YOU BEEN?
I'VE BEEN WORRIED SICK AND crying EVERY NIGHT SINCE YOU LEFT.
Under my heavy sobbing atop my pillow in the dead of night, curled into a ball and rocking myself to sleep, I would perpetually murmur:
...yet every morning as I am awoken by the rays of sunlight hitting my eyes through the faint openings in the blinds of my window, I am reinvigorated with hope.
Hope that you have returned.
I rush to my computer and flick it on, anxiously awaiting for it to finish booting; as it's done, my heart beats faster than light of the sun.
My hands sweat like a thunderstorm as they shakily clutch my mouse, then I move.
The pointer inches increasing closer to the browser icon until it's hovering over, then one fell swoop, I click open my browser.
It opens, and then I move toward the cK icon. I hold my breath as the anticipation is almost too much to bear, lines of sweat running down my temples like the rain hitting my windows in the showers of May.
I click. The page begins to load. I close my eyes and dip my head down to my keyboard. Then I beg for any higher power to bring me back she who I've longed for, even if for just one day.
Seconds pass, I'm aware that the truth I seek is ready to accept me.
The burning from the night prior's tears are too much to bear and my eyes open. They see the greasy fingerprints and burger crumbs resting between the keys of my keyboard.
It is time.
My neck jerks faster than white lightning as I bring my eyes to the entirety of my screen; it feels as if decades of memories flash before my eyes as I peer into the dark abyss that is the "Black Stealth" skin.
She is not here.
She was not here.
My prayers unanswered, I am left in disarray. Yet this had not been the first day of my ritual and the emptiness subsides back into the recesses of my soul.
I lower my head and cover my face with my burdened hands...
After minutes pass, I lower my pathetic, soaked hands and stare back out my window towards a blue sky.
So then I jerk it and get ready for school.
^ An excerpt from my memoir, titled: ^
I'm not sure how to follow mods post, but welcome back(?) Ana!
I totally crushed you this week in fantasy football. Perfect timing!
Last edited by Mod; 10-14-2013 at 10:49 PM.
Ana is luv