Misc. Writings

Hes there again. Sitting there so smugly laughing with her, chatting as if nothing matters.

What a dick.

I can't stand his smirk or the way he reaches out and touches her hand oh so gently. I know what those hands do.what those hands have done. He dares lay them in her…

I hate him.

She turns to me beaming and my anger melts.

She's so beautiful, so kind. Of course she cares about him, there's not a hair on her head that could hold any kind of ill will towards anyone, not even someone as loathsome as him.

God I'm going to have to go and lose myself tonight. I can't handle this right now, but she's holding my hand. I can't leave.

I don't want to.