Post by arianne on Dec 14, 2006 14:46:08 GMT -5
She walked along the road, wiping at her eyes. Her sides pinched - she was walking at a brisk pace, nearly jogging, and that pace she had been following since she left. She hadn't stopped; hadn't wavered. But she didn't need to think about it.
Tears came to her, and she had a hard time warding them away. No, she kept thinking. No, I'm above this, I'm above *him*. I shouldn't cry over him like this, he isn't worth it. He stood me up. I shouldn't cry over him like this...
But she cried, because it hurt, as much as she didn't want to admit it. It hurt.
She heard voices once she got a certain way down the road. Two of them. One she didn't recognise - the other she very much recognised. At first she thought it was only her imagination - she was thinking about him too much, that was all. But they got louder as she went along, and it soon became clear that it was not her imagination at all.
She listened, and, a mixture of rage and fear washing over her, she quickly ran off in the direction of the voices.
Tears came to her, and she had a hard time warding them away. No, she kept thinking. No, I'm above this, I'm above *him*. I shouldn't cry over him like this, he isn't worth it. He stood me up. I shouldn't cry over him like this...
But she cried, because it hurt, as much as she didn't want to admit it. It hurt.
She heard voices once she got a certain way down the road. Two of them. One she didn't recognise - the other she very much recognised. At first she thought it was only her imagination - she was thinking about him too much, that was all. But they got louder as she went along, and it soon became clear that it was not her imagination at all.
She listened, and, a mixture of rage and fear washing over her, she quickly ran off in the direction of the voices.