`|Hear . Me . Write|{OPEN}
Sept 17, 2011 17:27:33 GMT -5
Post by arx on Sept 17, 2011 17:27:33 GMT -5
»---> ♥ ```Arx!!
--- The vivid image of you only reminds me that I can't hear what must be your sweet voice. ---
Griffin only shrugged at her comment. She seemed to be wearing the same solemn look he knew he must be wearing on his face. He looked down at his melting sketchbook. The words of the poem he had wrote were leaking across the page. It gave the effect of tears. Blue tears.
He promised himself he would dry the pages when he got home. He had worked really hard on his art, and he was not letting it get ruined by the rain. Perhaps the rain would only wash the pain in the drawings away?
Griffin looked down upon his blue jeans and shirt. His shirt was beginning to stick to his body uncomfortably. He shook it loose from his body, only for it to come back instantly, sticking like glue. No use trying with the rain like it was. He looked to Ember, who was just about as soaking wet as he was. He knew he must look funny, his hair drooping over his eyebrows, his hands in his pockets, trudging along with shoulders slump.
He could only grin to himself. He looked helpless. She looked prosperous. There definitely was a difference.
Beauty spoke from inside the prosperous figure. It seemed to be a noise even he could hear.
