Payday arrived for both me and Patsy, giving us the opportunity to attend the luxurious cinema and a wider variety of movies. As we stand before the array of movie posters, deciding between an action or comedy, somehow, how conversation shifts over to John. “He was so excited about the other night,” says Patsy. I abandon the posters and give her a questioning look. “About what?” “Well, first of all spending the evening with you, and then because you hugged him the way you did.” She taps her finger against her lips as she continues to scrutinise each poster. Maybe John didn't discuss what I did in the cinema. She looks at me with a wide curve of her lips revealing her teeth. Her eyebrows raise briefly. “Then you held his hand.” She rests …show more content…
The love they expel for each other radiates around them. With a tender hand, he caresses the side of her face, whereupon her eyes flutter closed as she leans into his touch. He envelopes her into his arms before kissing her once again. “Hey, isn't that Alice over there?” asks Patsy. I refuse to answer her. The stone pit materialises in my stomach as the acrid taste forms in my mouth. The hummingbird broke free from her cage and flew far away. I doubt she will ever return. “Who's the hunk she's with?” Patsy continues. “Who do you think he is?” I ask in a dry voice. I turn towards Patsy to find her squinting as she scrutinises the couple. Once she acknowledges them, her eyes widen. “It's Angelo. Wow, she's lucky, isn't she? How did she manage to tie him down?” I lower my gaze to my hands that twine my fingers together. The sudden nausea hits and I grasp onto my coke, taking sips from the straw until the nausea dissipates. No longer can I deceive myself, to hold onto that glimmer of hope that I had it all wrong. Here they are, in full view, expressing their love for one another, right in front of me. “Patsy?” I gaze through my lashes at her. She turns from Alice and Angelo, giving me her full attention. “Yeah?” “Can you tell me more about John?” A curve caresses her lips. “Sure, what would you like to know?” “Why did he break up with his girlfriend?” She rolls her eyes. “She was the worst. They were dating before John went into the army, and
She glances at his hands where it says You can't break me and she wonders what kind of past is haunting him.
“Thankyou.” This causes both of them to drop silent and stare at her- making her blush at the attention.
She repeats the words, “No! Take him away. He’s dead, I tell you! You are dead, you bastard. Dead!” She’s rocking back and forth, back and forth. Then, mimicking the Russian Captain, “Drink your warm milk, Lelkem, you must drink it so you can sleep.” Saying it over and over. But not a sound escapes from her lips. No sounds, no movement, nothing. Just a repetition of the same sentence inside of her head.
“I’ve never seen such passionate eyes before,” Rose offered Pearl a gentle smile, then proceeded to extend her arm out and interlaced her fingers with Pearl’s own bony
“God, I love you, Y/N.” He lifted your chin towards him with his left hand and placed a gentle kiss on your lips.
“This one’s alive. He’s only knocked out by the blow.” While he says it he retrieves and shows earrings sprouting from his pockets. Then he switches to the other man.
Hank stared at her. Cheek resting on the palm of his hand, he was mildly impressed by her hand/eye coordination. “So…”
“Yes?” He turned to look at her, although he didn’t look directly at her, more at the creature she was holding.
Hayley's hazel eyes were filled with interest, somewhat shocked that the girl was opening up to her. She gestured for Emmeline to go on.
Her tiny arms wrap around my neck, pulling me into a hug. I pick her up, her head resting in my shoulder. “I heard you screaming.
Again, the dark laughter echoed in her head. Shit, shit, shit. She was so damn stupid, so bloody arrogant. In spite of the sunglasses she wore to lessen the risk of overstimulation to her senses, the lenses were no safeguards against the weighted stares of the people on the bus, and Tung wasn’t here acting as a buffer.
She turns her cheek to Morris, sticking her head next to his. She clenches her teeth.
“Okay, great,” I said. “Because the guy who came to grab me was more than a little creepy.”
Gently, I released my grip on her shoulder and tilted her head to face me. "I guess that makes two of us..." I murmured to her, and then leaned in, capturing my lips with hers, and felt her smile against the kiss.
whatever. He needed to be a big boy about it. And as far as going back—absolutely impossible. “It won’t happen, Sherry. He wants both of us dead.”