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Post by ripper on Jun 27, 2013 15:28:56 GMT -5
 This is where Cael would pull away and walk away. Everything in him told him to do exactly that. He closed his eyes and simply held her tighter. he took one hand and placed it on the back of her neck. "Why the Fuck are you sorry... Ya dont need to be sorry for having feelings.." He gave a small laugh as he shook his head. He felt exposed now that she could touch his back if she chose, and if she didnt, someone could walk in and see it. He smiled however, he was more concerned with making sure this girl was ok. "Just breathe...You deserve to be upset if you want to doll.." |
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Post by Londyn Thomas on Jun 27, 2013 15:50:13 GMT -5
His grip around me tightens and I wrap my arms around his neck as if doing so would stop the tears, erase the memories, make my skin flawless again. What was that Asking Alexandria lyric again? Self destruction was such a pretty little thing- that was it. Summed up my life in more ways than one. "Y-Yeah because I'm d-dragging you into this." I reply, my words broken by sobs that would rack my body. I was a bad crier, my face always turned red and puffy. I was loud, too, which meant Att was always on my case. I take Mr. Guthrie's advice and attempt to steady my breathing, though a sob would escape me every now and then. I free a hand to wipe desperately at my face, wishing I was a stronger person. Or, better yet, a different person.
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Post by ripper on Jun 28, 2013 13:26:01 GMT -5
Cael looked down at her as he rasied an eyebrow, he shivered when she touched the back of his neck. He closed his eyes again for a moment as he finally shook his head. "..Your not drawing me in... Im willing walking in.." He gave a small and low chuckle at his words, Cael Gwynfor Guthrie, walking into a storm? One would guess he was just trying to live risky. He gently stroked her back with one hand, trying to comfort her. "And call me Cael or Gwyn.. I think by this point I know you well enough." He had made it a point that no one really knew his first name, not even the notches on his bedpost. He had no clue why he was giving it out to a student so freely. He just felt like she needed a friend, maybe in some way, he needed her. |
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Post by Londyn Thomas on Jun 28, 2013 13:57:45 GMT -5
I nod slightly as he goes on to say that I wasn't dragging him into anything, but, rather that he was willingly walking into my world. My world of crying, cutting, and taunts. Why would anyone willingly want to do anything that had to do with me? No one was that stupid. One of his hands runs up my back in a soothing sort of way. It threw me off for a moment. Someone was trying to help me instead of kicking me while I was down. An amazing concept, really. "Okay." I reply simply, my voice low. I sniffle and internally hate myself for it. Why was I always such a mess? Why did I keep doing this to myself over and over again? I lean back slightly to run my hands over my face, wiping the tears from my cheeks. I avoid his gaze as I do so, wishing that I could take this whole situation back. He probably thought I was a cry baby now, that every little thing could make me upset, even a fucking memory.
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Post by ripper on Jun 28, 2013 15:10:04 GMT -5
Cael looked at her as he took the hand on her neck and moves it to cup her chin in his palm, he gently moved his hand to make her look at him. He gave a soft smile, his eyes seemed calmer then normal. This was actually the calmest most had seen him. even if he was relaxed he was usually having to tell a id to shut up before he curb stomped them with his boots. He gently leaned down and placed a small kiss on the corner of her mouth, not kissing her lips, but giving the hint that he would if given the chance or permission. He gave a small laugh as he shook his head. "Your a strong girl.." |
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Post by Londyn Thomas on Jun 28, 2013 15:31:09 GMT -5
I was busy studying the pattern of the cinderblock walls before Cael took my chin in his palm to bring my eyes to his. He didn't seem like usual, more relaxed. Even when he was sitting at his desk he'd have to be roaring at the class to get them to be quiet or pay attention to whatever he happened to be teaching at the time. He plants a light kiss at the corner of my mouth and I raise my eyebrows in slightly surprise. I'd heard rumors, but plenty were made up about me that I didn't listen to anything anyone at this school said. I blink, forcing myself back into the current situation. "Yeah, crying and sobbing and.. stuff makes me strong. Sure." I reply dubiously, not quite being able to bring myself to actually say 'cutting'.
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