MioBrave
Changeling, Hydrator and Aura Reader!
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Herald
Inner Sanctum Nobility
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- Local time
- Today 3:20 AM
- Messages
- 2,283
- Age
- 25
- Location
- Lurking Under the Writing Desk
- Pronouns
- They/He/She
“Gah- Shit! No!” The bus speeds off right when I jog off. I huff and stomp. “Damn it, can this day get any worse?”
“You still act like such a child.” A familiar voice drawls.
I groan in frustration. That’s what I get for opening my mouth; I spoke him into existence. “Shut it. You have no idea how my day has gone.”
I glare over at him. He’s standing there with histupid blue backpack, clearly having just missed the bus as well. Same stupid hair cut, same stupid face. He rolls his eyes at me but doesn't rebuttal.
“Wht are you even doing here? Don’t you have a motorcycle you can speed off on?” I plop onto the bus stop bench, my bag landing on the ground by my feet.
“It’s in the shop.” He states bluntly, leaning on the phone pole a few feet away.
I roll my eyes this time. I keep my gaze away from him, watching the cars go by as we wait. The next bus won’t be for half an hour. I’d just walk, but the walk itself is over an hour.
… Silence …
“So, how has your day gone-”
“We don’t have to talk to each other.”
He sighs. “We don’t have to be rude to each other either.”
“We aren’t friends.”
“Well, accuaintences doesn’t really suit us.”
“We’re exes. Plain and simple.”
“Yes, but our break up wasn’t bad. It wasn’t even messy. I don’t understand why you have such a stick up your ass.”
“Well, if you’d stay the fuck out of my head, then maybe I wouldn’t hate you!”
… “What?”
I don’t respond, don’t even look at him.
He sets his bag on the bench and sits right beside me. He leans to be close.
“Get out of my bubble-”
“Tell me what you mean.”
“Go away-”
“Just talk to me.”
“Then back up!” I snap suddenly. My body is tense and uncomfortable, and it’s all his fault! Even if I know it really isn’t…
He sits up straight and shifts away some, but he stays on the bench. He knows me too wel. He knows I’m being serious. He can probably tell just how stressed I am. It’s a while before I speak, but he waits.
“I’m over you.”
“Clearly-”
“Do you want me to speak or not?”
He goes silent.
“I am over you. I’m not in love with you like I once was. And yeah, it’s still a little somber to see you so often, but we broke up three years ago after high school. … I haven’t been with anyone since.”
I let that linger for a moment. I feel a bit sick. This has really ben eating into my sleep lately. I don’t even want to try going to bed anymore.
“Obviously.. Shit like that gets lonely… And, no matter how hard I try, I just can’t escape you.” I take a breath. “I keep having these.. Dreams? Nightmares? I don’t know. They’re not horrific, but they aren’t pleasant. It’ll be a normal silly dream. Day to day activities, or maybe I’ll even be hanging out with someone.. And, you’re always there. Always.”
It sits for a minute.. Before he hazards speaking. “I was a big part of your life at the time.”
“I know. You were the last person I was that close to. So.. You’re who my brain fills in for that role.” I exhale silently. “Almost every day.. I wake up with a bitter taste in my mouth, a somber mood in my heart. .. Sometimes I can even still feel you.”
“Gods, I..”
I shake my head. “It’s not your fault. I’m.. sorry I keep taking it out on you…”
He sighs. “I.. I’m sorry. I wish there was something I could do.”
“There’s not.” I push myself to stand, pulling my bag from the ground to my shoulder.
“Wait, where are you going?” He stands as well.
“Decided to walk. I need to clear my head.”
“You still act like such a child.” A familiar voice drawls.
I groan in frustration. That’s what I get for opening my mouth; I spoke him into existence. “Shut it. You have no idea how my day has gone.”
I glare over at him. He’s standing there with histupid blue backpack, clearly having just missed the bus as well. Same stupid hair cut, same stupid face. He rolls his eyes at me but doesn't rebuttal.
“Wht are you even doing here? Don’t you have a motorcycle you can speed off on?” I plop onto the bus stop bench, my bag landing on the ground by my feet.
“It’s in the shop.” He states bluntly, leaning on the phone pole a few feet away.
I roll my eyes this time. I keep my gaze away from him, watching the cars go by as we wait. The next bus won’t be for half an hour. I’d just walk, but the walk itself is over an hour.
… Silence …
“So, how has your day gone-”
“We don’t have to talk to each other.”
He sighs. “We don’t have to be rude to each other either.”
“We aren’t friends.”
“Well, accuaintences doesn’t really suit us.”
“We’re exes. Plain and simple.”
“Yes, but our break up wasn’t bad. It wasn’t even messy. I don’t understand why you have such a stick up your ass.”
“Well, if you’d stay the fuck out of my head, then maybe I wouldn’t hate you!”
… “What?”
I don’t respond, don’t even look at him.
He sets his bag on the bench and sits right beside me. He leans to be close.
“Get out of my bubble-”
“Tell me what you mean.”
“Go away-”
“Just talk to me.”
“Then back up!” I snap suddenly. My body is tense and uncomfortable, and it’s all his fault! Even if I know it really isn’t…
He sits up straight and shifts away some, but he stays on the bench. He knows me too wel. He knows I’m being serious. He can probably tell just how stressed I am. It’s a while before I speak, but he waits.
“I’m over you.”
“Clearly-”
“Do you want me to speak or not?”
He goes silent.
“I am over you. I’m not in love with you like I once was. And yeah, it’s still a little somber to see you so often, but we broke up three years ago after high school. … I haven’t been with anyone since.”
I let that linger for a moment. I feel a bit sick. This has really ben eating into my sleep lately. I don’t even want to try going to bed anymore.
“Obviously.. Shit like that gets lonely… And, no matter how hard I try, I just can’t escape you.” I take a breath. “I keep having these.. Dreams? Nightmares? I don’t know. They’re not horrific, but they aren’t pleasant. It’ll be a normal silly dream. Day to day activities, or maybe I’ll even be hanging out with someone.. And, you’re always there. Always.”
It sits for a minute.. Before he hazards speaking. “I was a big part of your life at the time.”
“I know. You were the last person I was that close to. So.. You’re who my brain fills in for that role.” I exhale silently. “Almost every day.. I wake up with a bitter taste in my mouth, a somber mood in my heart. .. Sometimes I can even still feel you.”
“Gods, I..”
I shake my head. “It’s not your fault. I’m.. sorry I keep taking it out on you…”
He sighs. “I.. I’m sorry. I wish there was something I could do.”
“There’s not.” I push myself to stand, pulling my bag from the ground to my shoulder.
“Wait, where are you going?” He stands as well.
“Decided to walk. I need to clear my head.”