testing, testing ~. [tom!blitz]

e l i . j a m e s . f o r e s t e r

The snow is expectedly loud under my feet as I walk deeper into the night, edging my way home through the deserted streets. The party I had just left was actually quite miserable, with too much drinking and not enough dancing and legitimate fun. There were a few familiar faces, I will admit, but not friendly enough to keep me from leaving.

I'm glad I left when I did. I like the solitude of the streets in the night, even though the darkness can crawl under your skin sometimes. The feeling of staring eyes is all to prominent at times—like now—and I am all too eager to get myself home. Failing to keep notice ahead of me, I stagger into another person, just as distracted as me, most likely.

"Excuse me," I mutter, staring bleakly into his face. I have the hugest urge to crawl into my bed and let the warmth soak into my skin and bones.