Journal d'un nevrotique a tendances paranoiaquesJour 1 : Rêverie
Je me réveille d'une nuit trop courte passée dans les bras de la femme de ma vie (instant poétique).
Dans la pénombre de la chambre, les ronflements qui émanent sous le monticule de couette à coté de moi ont un effet apaisant, presque hypnotique.
Mon esprit, encore embrouillé, s'évade alors vers des perspectives, une vie à deux, toute tracée…
Tout commence par un mariage, sous le soleil du mois d’août, toute la famille réunie devant la mairie : la robe blanche façon meringue, le costume bleu ciel façon…façon…
Belle-maman verserait sa petite larme rituelle, beau-papa me prendrait tendrement dans ses bras en me glissant un petit mot d'encouragement du genre « Si tu déconnes, je te tue ».
Le soir venu, les deux familles, stratégiquement réparties pour éviter les mélanges (il est bien connu que les mélanges pèsent sur l'estomac), dégusteraient les petits fours et le magret de canard trop cuit.
Puis, après le magnifique petit film résuman
Sonamy : A Forgotten Birthday"HAAPPY BIRTHDAAYY TOOO YOUUU~"Sonamy : A Forgotten Birthday3 months ago in Romance More Like This
All of Amy's friends just finished singing happy birthday to our lovely Amy Rose. Well, almost everyone… After thanking everyone for the gifts and birthday wishes, Amy glumly sat down on her couch and looked out her window. Tails happened to see her, and sat down on the chair in front of her."Hey, are you alright?" he asked, shoving a piece of cake in his mouth. Amy looked at the fox, and sighed."Huh? Oh, yeah..I'm fine." Tails frowned, and looked around at everybody at the party. He soon realized what was wrong with Amy when he saw an empty seat at a table."Oh..It's okay, Amy. I'm sure he'll make it! You know how he is.." he reminded her. Amy weakly smiled, and continued to look out the window.
As the day continued and Amy's birthday passed, there was still no sign of the guest she was hoping would be there the most.
~The Next Day~
Sonic lay lazily under a tree, silently humming to himself when he heard a familiar voice calling his
Comfort.Comfort.6 months ago in Romance More Like This
The dreams were becoming more frequent now.
Much to Mikasa’s dismay, there was no cure to stop these nightmares from occurring every other night. These dreams usually began with the sound of knocking echoing into the emptiness of her unconscious shell. In retrospect, Mikasa should have known that to be a bad sign.
But in her dream, she was sitting down, with her legs tucked underneath the edge of the table. She’d look to her left and see her dearly mother in deep concentration, with threads of string looped around each of her fingers as she tried to knit her latest fashionable item. Mikasa smiled softly at her mothers impatience. Growling like a dog under her breath now and then. This used to make her giggle. Then eventually, she looked down at her own hands - tied together by the wrists.
A sickening sensation of panic raced through her at the harsh reminder of that dreadful day her life turned upside down. In the midst of her wild emotions, the sound of screaming trembled