She sauntered through the doorway into the living room, just getting in after her usual Saturday twelve-hour at the diner. Her hair was falling from her pony-tail in random curly tendrils, framing her face in wisps of chocolate decadence. She flopped onto the old couch-it belonged to her parents before her and her grandparents before them-kicking ( Read more... )

He looked tired; more tired than I’d seen him look in awhile. Of course, when I thought about it, he always looked tired and I hadn’t really seen him for awhile. He had crow’s feet at the corners of his eyes-they were so much more pronounced as he gave me that weak smile. I just watched as he cautiously made his way toward me, his blue eyes ( Read more... )

He’s hiding again; underneath piles of blankets and pillows and sheets and he’s pretending to be asleep. He lies silently, waiting for the first few layers to be pulled away and soon he is exposed to the elements and he can’t tell if the goose bumps are from the air conditioning or the hand that is now gently running across his naked flesh. A ( Read more... )

It was no longer a matter of want and need-it was only a matter of survival. It didn’t matter what his reasons where (he couldn’t be alone anymore and he could learn to love her with time). And all her reasons were just as wrong (she needed to feel human and this was the only way she knew how ( Read more... )

Candles flickered and sparked, leaving wavering shadows against the wall as the flames danced back and forth. He was sitting directly next to her, so close he could feel the soft fabric of her too-tight cotton t-shirt against his arm. Neither was paying attention to the movie being played on the television any longer-she was staring at her hands ( Read more... )