Who says trees don't have a heart?
Aug 8, 2012 20:37:29 GMT -5
Post by aquatic mammalian wh0re on Aug 8, 2012 20:37:29 GMT -5
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Hey, white liar
The truth comes out a little at a time
Everyone deserves a little time to be alone. I think about whether or not this is true as I return from my solo hike through the woods. Escaping from the rest of the district, from home, from work, even from Harmony, is a beautiful thing by itself. I've never really known the term loneliness. Perhaps because I prefer being by myself, or maybe because I've never been away from people for more than a day.
I should be happy. I should be glad and grateful for what I have. Work. A house, even if it is shared with my girlfriend and her parents. Food on the table. And of course, Harmony, a girlfriend who loves me. Except lately, things have gone slightly awry. No, we're not breaking up or anything. But she's been acting a bit strangely recently... She hasn't acknowledged it, and I haven't tried to ask her anything about it either. If it goes on, then maybe I'll confront her about it. But as for right now, I feel like I can trust her.
The woods remind me of only her, of course. I can never forget the weeks we spent, in solitary confinement, separated from our peers by a thick wall of pine. Except it was more of a vacation than it was confinement. No, we were enjoying ourselves too much to call it that. That little camp by the river... That was the site of numerous things. Our nights of staring up at the stars, talks of our future, storytelling about our past, our first time. Yeah, it was special. Very special indeed.
That is why, today, I chose to go and visit it. Relive some of the fond memories. Images of our growing relationship and new love still flood my mind. It's kept my heart fluttering all day, my breath almost heavy, despite the crisp, fresh air. I couldn't have picked a better day to go on a nice hike, really. I hardly even needed the water I packed. Although drinking from the river again was a nice little touch. It's one of the flavors of our love.Not to be dirty.
I'm currently walking back towards home. Home. That word has gone through quite a variety of changes in definition. There's the house I grew up in with my brother. Then the house I grew up in, but with my brother gone. Then the woods, with Harmony. Now with Harmony and her parents. I haven't talked to my parents since I left, by the way. I think I saw them at the market once, but I avoided them. I can't let them see me again. It won't do me any good.
The sun is low in the sky. I judge it as about 4 o'clock in the evening right now. My stomach growls lightly, but I don't reach for any of the food in my pack. I'd like to save dinnertime for tonight, with Harmony.
Birds sing and chirp all around me. As I crunch through the leaves over the soft bed of pine needles, I whistle a small tune. One that I came up with years ago. There are still no words to go with it. But, the mockingjays take it and do marvelous things with it. They bounce it around, changing and tweaking it to their own bird style, singing and whistling better than I ever could. I grin, amazed by nature's wonders. Nature is something I could never stop appreciating.
I take the rest of my walk lightly, allowing my mind to wander. I'm beginning to tire more, and I really want a nice shower and a cozy bed. Trails have finally started appearing, and I hear a few workers, indicating that I'm close to town. Everyone will be working for another two or three hours, until the sun sets. I know Harmony is usually at her mother's small shop right now, so I keep my feet directed on the way to the center of the town.
The hustle bustle of the town is normal on a Friday night. People are enjoying the cool air, and everyone just seems really friendly. Something else to add to my good mood. That's a good thing, I guess. I wouldn't want to see Harmony for the first time today in an upset mood. But everything is just making me feel rather happy. I even smile at a few people upon eye contact, my cold blue eyes meeting theirs. I sometimes miss the days when I could manipulate someone with just a glance. But those times are long gone.
Stepping over the neat, cobblestone ground of the square's off streets, I find myself in front of Harmony's shop. Low roof, long shape. Squat would be a good word to describe it. The peeling paint coming off of the thick wooden walls make it slightly unappealing. Her dad and I can fix that. I push open the door, greeted by the scents of a multitude of herbs. The smell reminds me of Harmony, when she sometimes comes home smelling like the shop.
A variety of leaves, powders, jars, and flowers line the shelves around the store. The one in front of me, housing several bags of bay leaves and other herbs, covers the main register from view. I know Harmony is probably right behind the counter, preparing to close up for the day. I hear a small laugh, and I instantly know it's hers. It brings a grin to my face. Her laugh is so soft and contagious, it's so cute. I turn around the corner of the shelf, and the smile on my face is instantly wiped right off. Because I do not like what I'm seeing.
Flint Lockwood. The only name I can think of for him is douche. He's hottie of all District 7 hotties. At least, that's what everyone seems to think about him. I just think he's annoying and thinks he's all that. The endless rows of girls bowing down to him have surely gone to his head. But I'm standing here, seeing him, making my girlfriend giggle. His back is halfway turned to me, but I'm almost positive he has that stupid smirk on his face right now. The one that makes my stomach hurt. I'm ready to go over there and grab him, tear him away from Harmony. She shouldn't be around him. He has no business here.
And it spreads just like a fire
And I don't know why, white liar.