One day you will crack it, the enemy inside
the pig always slipping, away
Winning seems so probable until you loose
the only real conclusion is the one you choose
Ȝlethia
Love is like a bullet in the head
what you heard is never really what I said
Love is like a bullet in the head
what I wrote is never really what you read
Elethia frowned at the Frenchman's head, "That is a very rude thing to say you frog," she huffed. "It is not like you are going to use the cigarettes, you cannot even light them!" opening the pack she pulled out three of the cigarettes. "I will repay you for these later," she promised before putting the pack back. "Enjoy your fridge time!" She slammed the fridge shut and slipped the cigarettes into her pocket. "If you do not want to spend time with me you only have to say so. I will not be a complete git about it," Elethia walked away from the fridge and grabbed the mug of coffee. She had made a very special French roast coffee, she even ground the coffee beans herself that morning. However, she doubted the other woman was in the mood for her coffee now. She would have to pass it off to someone else. "I thought you of all people would memorize your new patients file and what they would need," she teased. "That's what I did." Elethia sauntered towards the door with a slight smile, "I will see you later, maybe we could hide in your office and have lunch together today!" It was very lonely in her own office, she was use to it but it was always a nice change to be around what she considered a 'friend.' I should go find my patient. She decided, she was a little nervous about gaining a new patient. At least they gave her a male this time a smile graced her lips as she walked. "Jake Roland," she mused to herself. This would certainly be interesting for her, and most likely very fun. Her smile grew when she reached her office on the third floor. After making sure her appearance was somewhat professional she practically skipped across the hall and knocked on her patient's door.
Some day you will find it, a way to say goodbye
a way to put the memory, aside
It's only getting better once you cross the line
Every trace of happiness erased in time
((ooc: Wooooo, lets try this again! -ready for round two-))