share your dreams with me [lucas & sierra]
Jan 17, 2018 15:04:45 GMT -5
Post by d6a georgie cham 🍓🐢 frankel on Jan 17, 2018 15:04:45 GMT -5
It has set off now, this fairy tale dream that surrounds me. I hold my breath and close my eyes and it is still there, the pounding of my heart and burning of my cheeks. What a warp of life, crumpled pages, a whole life’s work torn away and there is no worry or guilt as I watch it all turn to ash. Maybe a dose of freedom is keeping the fear at bay, how long will this treatment last before the symptoms come rolling back in? A cure for all of life’s troubles, so the romance novels collecting dust in the orphanage’s library are right, love can solve anything.
Where to now?
It feels like this journey is taking me everywhere, swept off my feet with my eyes closed, I am not brave enough to peep at the surroundings that it is taking me too. Trust thrown into the hands of a boy I am just now learning more about. All those years spent growing up together and now he is turning into less of a stranger than before. Maybe he is my saviour, the knight mounted on his steed with a rose between his teeth. If only Six was close to those fairy tales, all we share is the toxins from the smoke that we voluntarily inhale.
Evening sets in, putting to bed the worries of the day gone by. One glance to the pile on my desk, procrastination from a task that I have lost hours of sleep on, doesn’t feel like it will shake away any moment now. I pick up just one piece, with it the dust particles settle slowly onto the flat of the desk. Has it really been that long? I pull the chair out and sit, a sigh rolling from my mouth as I force my body down. Just one hour to put my brain at work, one hour without a distraction…a thought of him.
Puzzles only a genius could solve, clearly that person is not me. Years and I have barely journeyed to the next step. Even with minds squared together, it is becoming an impossible task. A villain must be the game maker of this trivia. A trick and a twist at every corner, a rush of success quickly beaten away by the familiar presence of failure. So many walls to crash into to, it is surprising I have ever found the bulldozer to knock them down.
Oh I can’t do this.
I rub the flat of my hand across my forehead, therapy for the migraine that is beginning to flood my temple. One quick glance to do the door, I need to escape from this. Not even twenty minutes and the tension is building in my muscles. Maybe I need a break to loosen everything, a cleared mind may guide me to some progress. Through the crack of my curtains, stepping outside for fresh air is quickly erased from the agenda. The pressures of winter’s freeze will not do my muffled brain any justice.
So, I wander out through my door, bare feet with just my pyjamas and night gown to protect me from the elements that lurk outside the quarantine of my bedroom. So many doors, different lives hidden behind them. Bellamy’s light is lit but I don’t have the courage to disrupt him at this time of day. More wandering and my hopeless mind leads me to his door, of course.
Barely closed, I push Lucas’ door open, greeted by the back of his head as he sits at his deck, such a usual position for the pair of us. I move closer to him, leaning against the edge of his desk and looking down at the delights that sit on the surface. ”Are you really doing math at this time?” A grin mixes with my words as I speak and I look up to him as I sign off the sentence. ”I tried to do some work but I came here to clear my mind. Have any suggestions?”