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Housing Area / Blow Me One Last Kiss [open-ish]
« on: November 15, 2012, 06:52:39 am »
It hadn't taken Ely much time to find the sort of house she'd wanted. She'd never been one to drag her feet, and when Gregor didn't come back after the three days, it really had been the last straw. On the flash of temper, she packed what little she'd had at his house. The very next day, she'd looked over the houses in the area.
Now, that day, she moved her furniture into the new house. It hadn't been hard to get her things from back home, and have them expedited. At this point, music pumped through the house. White knuckles and sweaty palms from hanging on too tight. Clenched shut jaw, I've got another headache again tonight. Eyes on fire, eyes on fire, and they burn from all the tears I've been crying, I've been crying, I've been dying over you. Tie a knot in the rope, tryin' to hold, tryin' to hold. But there's nothing to grasp so I let go. Ely focused, occasionally singing along with the lyrics that were a bit too true.
I think I've finally had enough, I think I maybe think too much. I think this might be it for us (blow me one last kiss). You think I'm just too serious, I think you're full of ****. My head is spinning so (blow me one last kiss). Just when it can't get worse, I've had a **** day (NO!) Have you had a **** day? (NO!), we've had a **** day (NO!). I think that life's too short for this. I want back my ignorance and bliss. I think I've had enough of this, blow me one last kiss.
I won't miss all of the fighting that we always did.
Take it in. I mean what I say when I say there is nothing left. No more sick whiskey d***, no more battles for me. As if she'd focused in on the lyrics, Ely's voice raised, singing along with the artist. Cathartic it was, and the remote is picked up, the volume raising higher. She'd raged, and cried alone. And was done with both. She was finally ready to set aside the past.
Now, that day, she moved her furniture into the new house. It hadn't been hard to get her things from back home, and have them expedited. At this point, music pumped through the house. White knuckles and sweaty palms from hanging on too tight. Clenched shut jaw, I've got another headache again tonight. Eyes on fire, eyes on fire, and they burn from all the tears I've been crying, I've been crying, I've been dying over you. Tie a knot in the rope, tryin' to hold, tryin' to hold. But there's nothing to grasp so I let go. Ely focused, occasionally singing along with the lyrics that were a bit too true.
I think I've finally had enough, I think I maybe think too much. I think this might be it for us (blow me one last kiss). You think I'm just too serious, I think you're full of ****. My head is spinning so (blow me one last kiss). Just when it can't get worse, I've had a **** day (NO!) Have you had a **** day? (NO!), we've had a **** day (NO!). I think that life's too short for this. I want back my ignorance and bliss. I think I've had enough of this, blow me one last kiss.
I won't miss all of the fighting that we always did.
Take it in. I mean what I say when I say there is nothing left. No more sick whiskey d***, no more battles for me. As if she'd focused in on the lyrics, Ely's voice raised, singing along with the artist. Cathartic it was, and the remote is picked up, the volume raising higher. She'd raged, and cried alone. And was done with both. She was finally ready to set aside the past.