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 Posted: Wed Jul 08, 2015 10:43 am
He sank into her touch like a puppet with cut strings, relief mixing in with the lingering shame. "Yes," Leslie agreed, voice choked, hatred flooding into his voice, acidic and sharp: "he really ******** is." First times may not have meant anything to him had it not been taken from him. It had been his to care about but it was gone before he knew that he could, like a bird plucked of all of its feathers, unable to fly. Leslie was grounded, surrounded by a world of people in mid-flight, caught up in love and niceties. He didn't belong. He pulled away, a little, feeling awkward for taking the contact when it was offered, for taking comfort even though it wasn't deserved. "That's why I-- uh. Use that girl. I didn't care about her, because I like, I can't. Care, that is, about ******** that way. You see why I'm a shitty person to ask, now?" Do you see that it's not my fault?
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Posted: Wed Jul 08, 2015 3:21 pm
It was abnormal for Leslie not to push her away immediately, but it only revealed that how horrible and unforgettable it cast a giant deep shadow in him. She could do nothing but wrapped around him, like a small pair of wings. From his voice, she would feel how strong the abhorrence and ire were. It was like a beast clawed out its sharp limbs to tear something apart. Wounded but full of abomination. He destroyed the boy called Leslie completely. Shu was feared of the hatred, for which it recalled a woman's face full of tears and loathing towards her. Shu jolted as the hunter pulled himself away, and realized she spaced out in memories. He explained and she listened. "You feel guilty, right? At that time, you were young and you didn't know what to do. You just wanted to replace that with something better." She whispered low. "You care, Leslie. You care. Even it might not be love. You care about your friends, I feel it, Abbi can feel it." If he was a shitty person, he would take it lightly when he talked about using that girl to overlap the disgusting memories. But he didn't. If she knew, she won't ask him about love because she didn't want to hurt him like that. The weakness and helplessness she first seen on him burn in her mind, he trusted her, that was why he said it. Shu felt she was a bad guy bullying someone, digging the seeds of grief beneath the soils. She won't regret about it, he told her because she asked. It already happened and hoped it didn't happen won't help. He mustered up so much courage to share that and she appreciated it. Secrets are called secret because they are unknown, but it can also mean things that one wishes to hide. The secret Shu told belonged to the former while Leslie's the latter. If he didn't deserve, then she didn't deserve. What she did was even more awful and unforgivable sin. "I won't ask anymore, I'm so naive, I'm sorry Leslie. One thing I want you to know, it won't change how I view you." She looked at him sincerely.
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Posted: Mon Jul 13, 2015 1:50 pm
She talked and he listened, and it almost hurt more when people were nice, when they gently tried to touch the flesh that had been stripped away until there was nothing but quivering muscle beneath, sensitive and tense. He was much more accustomed to cruelty; kindness was an anomaly. "Thanks, Shu," he muttered, fingers twisting into the hem of his hoodie, shoulders tense. "If you ******** tell anyone, I will--" Leslie looked at her, eyes flashing with sharpness before fading, and his gaze dropped back to the floor. "Whatever. Just don't. Only you and Abbi know, or whatever, so." He nudged her side with his elbow. "I won't tell anyone you were disowned and s**t either."
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Posted: Tue Jul 14, 2015 8:11 am
Yup, kindness can be harmful sometimes, no matter how gentle your touch was, the pink vulnerable under-skin still hurt. It was not supposed to be touched. "I won't tell anyone, no way." This secret of Leslie would be locked at a deep place in her heart, together with secrets of her unwilling to be discovered. From her eyes, Leslie would tell how serious she meant it. "You can trust me, I won't sell my friend out. They're more important than myself." Her word were all genuine, she would rather let a friend hurt her than she hurt a friend. "I trust you won't tell anyone." She nudged him back.
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Posted: Tue Jul 14, 2015 3:21 pm
Leslie nodded his head, satisfied. "Good. I gotta get on to my next shift." He pulled away, and perhaps looked a little bit relieved, like some weight had come up and off his shoulders. "Rest well and s**t. Don't be a slacker, yeah?" A grin crossed his face, and he made to leave, content.
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Posted: Tue Jul 14, 2015 8:44 pm
Her mouth agape with the nice grin he gave her, it didn't consist of any mocking or satirizing, just purity. She was startled when she waved goodbye. "Good luck Leslie, thanks for visiting and the talk. I should be out soon, see you at duty." Then scooping Mr. Ribbit, she let herself fall onto the bed, feeling the warmth from her core. The sleeping pill was working and once she was surrounded by comfort, she couldn't help but fell asleep. His words, her thoughts, however didn't leave her alone. She clung Mr. Ribbit closer, as if it was a Prince turned into a frog, and he would protect her in the nightmare.
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