|
|
Post by Ian Hunt on Jul 17, 2007 19:00:44 GMT
"Because we don't know for sure but want to say it anyway." I mutter.
|
|
|
|
Post by Madeline Speare on Jul 17, 2007 19:05:24 GMT
"I hate having to second guess it, life shouldn't have to be about guessing."
|
|
|
|
Post by Ian Hunt on Jul 17, 2007 19:07:30 GMT
"But it is, a lot of the time anyway. Or it seems to be at least."
|
|
|
|
Post by Madeline Speare on Jul 17, 2007 19:12:12 GMT
"No regrets." I whisper."That what life should be like."
|
|
|
|
Post by Ian Hunt on Jul 17, 2007 19:14:36 GMT
"But it isn't." I say quietly.
|
|
|
|
Post by Madeline Speare on Jul 17, 2007 19:34:21 GMT
"I know that."
|
|
|
|
Post by Ian Hunt on Jul 17, 2007 19:43:28 GMT
"I know."
|
|
|
|
Post by Madeline Speare on Jul 17, 2007 19:50:28 GMT
"Then why say it?"
|
|
|
|
Post by Ian Hunt on Jul 17, 2007 19:51:57 GMT
I shrug.
|
|
|
|
Post by Madeline Speare on Jul 17, 2007 20:07:04 GMT
I sigh, getting up."I miss the old Ian, the one who agrued back, the one who always tried to prove me wrong, the one who didn't just sit there shrugging his shoulders saying 'I don't know.' I miss the Ian, the guy I fell in love with, what happened to him?"
|
|
|
|
Post by Ian Hunt on Jul 17, 2007 20:10:39 GMT
"Where's the old Ian? What? Is he fucking dead too? Just like everything else?"
"Yes Erin. He's fucking dead. Just like everything else."
"I don't know." I say again, quietly.
|
|
|
|
Post by Madeline Speare on Jul 17, 2007 20:22:07 GMT
I shake my head, running a hand through my hair.
|
|
|
|
Post by Ian Hunt on Jul 17, 2007 20:23:06 GMT
I start to apologise, then decide not to, just keeping silent.
|
|
|
|
Post by Madeline Speare on Jul 18, 2007 0:49:57 GMT
"You know what? Forget it." I say standing back up brushing the dirt off my jeans."Just forget it? You wanna sit here and feel sorry for yourself go right ahead. I don't care."
|
|
|
|
Post by Ian Hunt on Jul 18, 2007 15:24:21 GMT
"It's not me I'm feeling sorry for." I say irritably.
|
|
|
|
Post by Madeline Speare on Jul 18, 2007 16:14:15 GMT
I shake my head, continuing walking,"Whatever." I mutter.
|
|
|
|
Post by Ian Hunt on Jul 18, 2007 16:21:00 GMT
I don't say anything, just stay sat where I am.
|
|
|
|
Post by Madeline Speare on Jul 18, 2007 16:22:59 GMT
"That you don't love him anymore and that's why you don't want to see him."
I pause for a moment, debating on whether to ingore Logan's voice or to turn back.
"I don't know..."
|
|
|
|
Post by Ian Hunt on Jul 18, 2007 16:29:49 GMT
I look up, hearing her say something, but don't say anything.
|
|
|
|
Post by Madeline Speare on Jul 18, 2007 16:35:34 GMT
I turn back looking at him briefly,"I don't know if I love you anymore."
|
|
|
|
Post by Ian Hunt on Jul 18, 2007 16:37:07 GMT
"Well, thanks for that." I mutter, getting up and starting to walk the other way.
|
|
|
|
Post by Madeline Speare on Jul 18, 2007 16:41:33 GMT
"Ian..." I sigh,"Way to go Madds. You did it again."
|
|
|
|
Post by Ian Hunt on Jul 18, 2007 16:44:28 GMT
I shove my hands in my pockets, carrying on walking away.
Probably for the best. Logan'll leave her alone then at least.
|
|
|
|
Post by Madeline Speare on Jul 18, 2007 16:49:28 GMT
I lean against the wall, suddenly out of breath.
I slide down, panting hard. Why was it so hard to breathe?
I groan slightly, putting a hand on my stomach.
|
|
|
|
Post by Ian Hunt on Jul 18, 2007 16:52:40 GMT
I stop, just about to round the corner, catching sight of her sink down against the wall out of the corner of my eye.
"Maddie?" I say uncertainly.
|
|
|
|
Post by Madeline Speare on Jul 18, 2007 16:55:23 GMT
There's a pounding in my head.
I close my eyes leaning my head back.
It felt as if someone was squezing the breaht out of me.
|
|
|
|
Post by Ian Hunt on Jul 18, 2007 17:00:07 GMT
I walk back over to her, crouching down next to her despite the pain in my back as I did so, "Maddie, what's the matter?"
|
|
|
|
Post by Madeline Speare on Jul 18, 2007 17:03:37 GMT
His voice sounded distant,
I open my eyes slightly,"Don't do that, you'll hurt yourself even more." I mumble closing my eyes again.
|
|
|
|
Post by Ian Hunt on Jul 18, 2007 17:08:05 GMT
"I don't give a shit about that. Come on, what's the matter? Open your eyes, come on."
|
|
|
|
Post by Madeline Speare on Jul 18, 2007 17:11:07 GMT
"It's so cold..." I whisper quietly.
I lean forward coughing up blood.
I open my eyes, not bothering to move.
|
|
