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Bird Furious

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  1. Yk when you're doing decent but you also just feel kinda flat 

    like if soda was depression, I got left out for several hours 

    anyway, good morning, my dear scudfaces

    I want a pair of cymbals to hang up on my wall and just crash whenever I want 

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    2. Through The Living Glass

      Through The Living Glass

      *hug*

      Honestly I want a pair of drums and a cymbal to just accompany me around and sound sarcastic whenever something sad happens 😂

    3. Mags

      Mags

      Holy crap yeah I feel that way all the time

      *huuuuug*

      we can be flat soda together girly

    4. KnightSkye Reforged

      KnightSkye Reforged

      *hug* yes cymbals! 

  2. "It won't let me." She tried anyway.
  3. She growled, frustrated again, and plopped back down. She could still faintly feel the connection. It hurt to have him so close.
  4. "Yay! Good plan!" "Okay, for one, you don't know that. For two, what, do you blame yourself for not being Bat?" She sat up, rubbing her side. Strange indeed. He paused, then shook his head. "No, I..."
  5. She tried to reach for it with her own power, desperate to have him back.
  6. He felt every muscle in his body sudden and lock up. He swallowed painfully. There it was. Right there… I… I don’t know, was all he could offer. There had to be a reason. There had to be something he was missing— there had to be something. I wish we could forget, he admitted. Or… or I wish… I wish I understood. Why they do this. Why I… we… what we are, I… I don’t even know what I am. Words don’t… I can’t just be words. There’s got to be something else to me. Words don’t feel like this. Words don’t… wonder what snowbanks felt like. Wonder what would happen if their Author died. Wonder if it might be better for her to lose interest and move on. Words didn’t feel so alive. There’s got to be something to us. Or else… or else they wouldn’t let us feel this way. Maybe they don’t even understand. He squeezed his eyes shut.
  7. “Do something, if it’s really you.”
  8. Ah… He hugged his knees. Yeah. The world does that to a person, I’ve noticed.
  9. She hugged herself. You better not be messing with me, TAAron. Then she felt dumb for talking to her dead boyfriend. Then she felt like crying.
  10. It’s okay. I’m sorry I panicked. He was quiet for a minute. What happened? Think imma sleep in a minute here
  11. She stood up slowly and reached for them, hesitating.
  12. Sorry. I didn’t mean to scare you. He looked down. I didn’t mean that earlier either. You wanna talk, or… I can just sit here?
  13. She banged her head on her knees several times before she couldn’t make herself look up.
  14. Obligingly, gladly, he turned and walked back to her. Unsure of what exactly he should do, he sat against a tree a couple feet away.
  15. She curled up more. “Is he coming back?” She whispered.
  16. “I wish that meant something.” She went back to crying.
  17. “Unless he’s back, I some wanna hear it.” Light moves. That’s what it does.
  18. Bat heard her and cursed to himself, reaching to switch off the transmitter. “I’m sorry. That’s not what I meant,” he said. Maybe he should bang his head against a tree a bunch of times. “It’s… it’s okay if you need to be alone… I’m sorry for panicking.”
  19. She mumbled something that sounded like not very nice words.
  20. “Unless you can fix it, you’re not sorry enough.” She buried her face in her knees. “I’m sorry, I… never thought…”
  21. He slowed, then stopped. What was he supposed to do now? Dumb, overbearing idiot, he’d scared her off… He pressed the heels of his hands to his eyes. Every single time she just wanted a moment, he just had to go assume she’d throw herself into another snowdrift. Or maybe that wasn’t it. Maybe he’d been too needy and hugged her too much. Breathing hurt now, and he thought maybe he was hyperventilating. Keep it down. Be quiet; leave her alone. She has things to think about already. “I’m sorry,” he said to the forest in case she was listening. I’ll leave you alone, he thought wearily. Maybe… find a snowdrift to look at. He walked off his own way into the woods, keeping his shoulders squared and his chin up. He was already lost, anyway. What was another hundred, two hundred, five hundred feet?
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