The cursed, pt.3Dorian walked along the sidewalk, kicking at stones that were left thrown onto the concrete by passing motorists. He remembered when there was no sidewalks here, when there was merely dirt and grass to seperate the road from the shops, but then again, the road was little more than dirt itself.More Like This
He was heading for the dock to get his boat to do a little fishing, when he decided to stop in for breakfast at the small bakery on the way.
He looked in the window and smiled, he'd never seen her in there before. Yet she looked so eerily familiar.
She slept in a chair in the corner, looking worn and ragged, but she was truly a work of art.
He watched through the glass for a moment before going inside.
The bell rang and old Bunker came from around the wall seperating the kitchen from everything else.
"Good morning, my boy! What can I get for you?" he asked.
"You know me, bunker, I'll have whatever's freshest." he said, thinking to himself 'if only he knew how much younger than me he really is'
Drug.you were my escape, she whispered.More Like This
he exhaled, smoke swirling away
up towards the chimneys
I always did need a way out.
so what were the drugs, he questions
not caring then
what she said anymore.
breathes in nicotine and
the bitter scent of her resignation
didn't think you'd find those.
DON'T SCREW WITH ME. his screams in his head.
so that's it, then?
I should go.
no, he wanted to whisper.
let me show you love.
let me back you up against a wall
let yourself pull me down onto the bed
flip me, pin me, clasp my wrists to the sheets
leave bruises against the column of my neck
the color of those scars on the insides of your arms
the ones that appeared two months ago.
crushed the cigarette out against the wall
noah, for the record, I-