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is there somewhere / Kay Oct 24, 2017 14:06:36 GMT -5

Post by pearl mcclain d4 [ryan] on Oct 24, 2017 14:06:36 GMT -5

Miguel Dia

you were dancing in your tube socks

Living in twelve was hard. The fall months started the brutal process of the rest of the year. I personally hated it, but I did have Ale with me when times were tough. I tried to make it work between us, but there were times that ruined me as a person. Sometimes I felt like I was drowning here in twelve. Like I couldn’t breathe because the oxygen was more like carbon and carbon was something that you weren’t supposed to breath. My lungs felt like coal some days, and my head felt like the cold hard cement that I would walk in come October. I hated it more than anything.

However, my heart never felt like that. My heart was always warm, not just because of Ale, but because there were other people I cared about here in twelve. My family was here, and while I didn’t live with them specifically, I still saw some of them everyday. In a world where despair was the name of the game, I found joy in things that usually wouldn’t bring people joy. I knew that waking up in the morning was something to be joyful over. Having something to eat was something to be thankful for. Finding someone that understood you for you was unheard of, but when you did find it, you were grateful.

That was the case with me after all. I found Ale at a time where I wasn’t happy with my life. I hated living here. I hated being poor and I hated things being pulled from under me out of the blue. I hated not being able to provide for a family that tried to give me the world. My mom always said it was because I had a bleeding heart but I knew it was because my heart was also three times the size of others. Well, not literally, but metaphorically. I cared about people more than they cared about each other. I fought for people that didn’t think they needed it. They probably didn’t, but I thought they deserved it. I thought they needed someone who was willing to go to bat for them, and if that made me weak, then so be it. I wasn’t going to stand by while someone was walked all over for the sake of being walked on.

I was coming home from yet another long shift at the mines. There wasn’t much left here in twelve, but sometimes we got lucky and were able to find something valuable here and there. Sometimes if you were sneaky enough, you could pick up something without a supervisor seeing you. However, most of the time, you weren’t, and if you were caught, it was off to the detention center. I met a couple people who suffered this fate but they made it back okay. One was turned into an Avox because he was a repeat offender. I wondered what they did to him sometimes, but only when I was deep in thought. I didn’t care that much any other time. I collected my pay and made my way through the town square.

There wasn’t much here anymore, and it showed. I remembered when twelve used to be a bustling district, but times changed and when the coal mines started drying up, it showed. The capitol stopped wasting time on the district and before we knew it, poor was the name of the game that most of us played and you were lucky to have anything remotely valuable.

I stopped by a vender, pulling out what little earnings I made and pointing to the loaf of bread I saw. Sure, it sucked eating bread all the time, but it was probably the easiest thing to get. Everything else was coveted and was too much to acquire even when you made enough to get it. People always wanted more, and I hated it.

At the same booth though, I saw a book that I hadn’t seen before. I looked at the side and thought long and hard if Ale owned it himself. Of course, I wasn’t sure, so I picked it up and looked at the side. It read Wuthering Heights. I thought about it a little longer and decided that he must have not had it because he probably would have told me about it. I asked how much, and the vendor told me just a little more. I thanked him promptly and smiled as I slid the book into my work case. Sometimes there were good people in the district, but not many.

I walked down the path, sighing because it had already been a long day, but I still had more to do when I got home. However, I would be able to do it in the company of the person that I loved more than anyone else. I felt the dirt on my face and decided that I needed to clean up just a bit before went back. I pulled out the canteen and the extra shirt I packed with me just in case it got too dirty and spilled just a couple drops on it. Water was precious, my dirty face was not. I took the damp shirt and begun to wipe my face vigorously. When I felt satisfied I pulled the shirt away and looked at just how dirty I had gotten. I hated my job, but I needed it to survive. We all needed something to survive after all. Love could only get us so far.

I got to the door and pushed it open slightly, I left it unlocked because I knew that no one would break in. We lived in a little shack a bit away from the town square, which usually required a long walk to the work, but it was worth it. When we were here, I felt like we were in our own little world. Not many people passed by, and that was something that I couldn’t pay enough to have. Privacy. “Ale! Where are you. I have something for you.” I pushed the door open and made my way into what we called our living room. I set my bag down, taking the book and the dirty shirt with me. I walked towards our bedroom hoping to hear the sound of his voice. Oh how I loved it so.

in your hotel room, flashing those eyes, like highway signs.

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is there somewhere / Kay Dec 30, 2017 1:11:06 GMT -5

Post by Baby Wessex d9b [earthling] on Dec 30, 2017 1:11:06 GMT -5

ALEJANDRO BAEZ

I'd known he would try to track me down. He always does. I think that might be what I love most about Miguel - he is so consistent, so endearing. Always there. Other people might think that's boring but I don't have a single other person in my life who shows up for me like that. Not one. Even the ones in distant second don't come close. Because I can break into his unlocked house, each the stale bread on his counter, and lounge on his bed while he breaks his back, and still he is there, right on time.

I roll onto my side, pop one knee up. I've seen a few photos of victors like this. It always makes them - and maybe me? - look sexy. He pushes open the groaning door. Suddenly it's too real, happening too fast. I hop to my feet and close the distance between us, wrapping him in a tight - but safe - hug. "I missed you."

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is there somewhere / Kay Jan 10, 2018 0:42:07 GMT -5

Post by pearl mcclain d4 [ryan] on Jan 10, 2018 0:42:07 GMT -5

Miguel Dia

you were dancing in your tube socks

It was hard living here at times. Mostly because there was too much on my mind. However, I felt like this was the best place to be. Ale made that possible for me. He was always encouraging. He was always caring, and he always made sure that I felt loved. That was more than I could say for anyone else here in twelve. My parents didn’t understand this, my friends thought we were crazy for living on our own, and my coworkers shunned me from any of our usual interactions. Sometimes I wished they would understand that I have already found the person I was going to spend my life with. However, I knew that was silly. I couldn’t make people understand the type of love that we shared. I could barely even get people to understand my outlook on life. Love was dead here in Twelve, and I hated it.

When I pushed open that door, I felt at ease. Like my brain could turn off for the rest of the day. That was the best feeling I could ever experience. Of course, I didn’t let it happen all the time, just when I was with Ale. My mind was always racing otherwise. Sometimes too much, which is another reason why people had a hard time with me. I couldn’t just let things sit. Sometimes, I wanted to see how things worked, what made them tick and what not. I wasn’t afraid to push buttons, and from the reactions I get, I could tell that was something that people didn’t like. It sucked, being an outsider, but I’d rather be an outsider not afraid of being myself, then be an insider, hating myself. It made me the person I am, and I am sure that was why I was able to find love. Because I was myself.

Ale closed the gap between us and I couldn’t help but smile. The hug was soft, but strong. My arms wrapped around him, squeezing gently as I took a deep inhale. Everything about this moment was perfect, it was the love that I have always wanted. ”I missed you too Ale.” the words rolled off my tongue, each syllable emphasized. Sometimes I thought I was dreaming, but he kept me out of that place. He felt so real in my arms. I knew I wasn’t dreaming. I pulled back from the embrace for a second and leaned in for a kiss. That would always be the best part about coming home. A long days work made it all worth that kiss at the end of it. I pulled back, stroking his hair lightly before reaching for the bag that I brought in the room with me. ”I got something for you.” I said, a smile now planted on my face. I began to rummage through the bag, reaching deep enough to the place I found it. ”And…” I said, trying to slow play it a bit, just to make the surprise a little more emphasized. ”… Here you go.” I pulled out a book, one that I knew that Ale didn’t have and laid it on the bed. I grabbed his hand, caressing it, waiting to hear his reaction to it. I knew he would love it just as much as I loved him.

in your hotel room, flashing those eyes, like highway signs.