A long day of Walking (open)
Mar 29, 2012 17:43:12 GMT -5
Post by davy on Mar 29, 2012 17:43:12 GMT -5
Chase sat there still holding her for a little while, but then thought it might have started to get weird so he began to let go, but when he let go he noticed she didn't. He actually thought she was holding him just a little bit tighter than she had been before. This made Chase think about what he had been earlier. Did she? He was getting mixed readings. Sometimes it seemed an obvious yes, and others it was an obvious no.
Then he started to think about himself. What did he think? Good question. He wasn't sure. He hadn't met anyone like her before, and she was a pretty amazing person. She was nice and funny, although she was a little crazy he could learn to live with it. Then he remembered he had only known her for what an hour. Maybe two if he stretched it. Was this really enough time to decide something like this?
He didn't know, and luckily he didn't have to find out because she started talking, and he started listening. She talked about squirrels and apologized for her actions, although he didn't see anything wrong with them. Fear is powerful. The only two things more powerful than fear were hope and love. Right now he saw a girl with an insane amount of hope. More hope than most people have in their entire lives. She would recover from this experience, he knew it.
He started to think about how to respond to her question. No of course he didn't think that about her. If he had thought that he wouldn't have ever dreamed of throwing her his knife when he had met her in the woods. That was a sign of great trust. That knife was protection to him. It was the only real weapon he had. Without that he was completely defenseless. Throwing that knife to her was in a way kind of like putting his life in her hands.
Speaking of his knife where was it. He checked his pockets, and unfortunately found exactly what he'd expected to find. Nothing. He knew she had it. Surely they hadn't lost it. 'Whoa slow down' he thought to himself. He had just gotten so side tracked from his original thoughts. Somehow this had given him the perfect thing to say. He finally ended their long embrace and said, "Not completely mental, more like just the perfect amount of crazy."
Then he started to think about himself. What did he think? Good question. He wasn't sure. He hadn't met anyone like her before, and she was a pretty amazing person. She was nice and funny, although she was a little crazy he could learn to live with it. Then he remembered he had only known her for what an hour. Maybe two if he stretched it. Was this really enough time to decide something like this?
He didn't know, and luckily he didn't have to find out because she started talking, and he started listening. She talked about squirrels and apologized for her actions, although he didn't see anything wrong with them. Fear is powerful. The only two things more powerful than fear were hope and love. Right now he saw a girl with an insane amount of hope. More hope than most people have in their entire lives. She would recover from this experience, he knew it.
He started to think about how to respond to her question. No of course he didn't think that about her. If he had thought that he wouldn't have ever dreamed of throwing her his knife when he had met her in the woods. That was a sign of great trust. That knife was protection to him. It was the only real weapon he had. Without that he was completely defenseless. Throwing that knife to her was in a way kind of like putting his life in her hands.
Speaking of his knife where was it. He checked his pockets, and unfortunately found exactly what he'd expected to find. Nothing. He knew she had it. Surely they hadn't lost it. 'Whoa slow down' he thought to himself. He had just gotten so side tracked from his original thoughts. Somehow this had given him the perfect thing to say. He finally ended their long embrace and said, "Not completely mental, more like just the perfect amount of crazy."
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