The car journey was thrilling. Everything I’d missed came back to me and I loved it. The blistering heat that I’d yearned for all this time melted into my skin and lifted my mood respectively. Even the wind didn’t seem to shake this mood from me. I simply couldn’t help but enjoy its own feel of sleek chills it sent me through my hair. Whether that was Will arms brushing mine o the weather, I didn’t know. Looking over at him, I scrutinize his expression. He didn’t come across as dangerous, only the same thrill I felt as we drove out of the small village we call home. After reaching the first traffic light we’d seen for a good twenty minutes, we came to a winding mountain-side but Will, going to speed he was, didn’t seem to acknowledge the danger he was gradually putting us both in. The steep climb narrowed the path was we neared the top, the car’s wheels threatening to slip off. My once slumped pose had become stiff and alert and I glanced over at the speed dial.
‘Will!’ I shrieked, ‘You’re going at ninety-five!’ My panic-stricken look didn’t seem to faze him as we climbed higher. Was he delirious? I veered away from the idea of shouting and taking over the wheel because it’d be too risking under these conditions. My ever-so-soft hands wormed over his own that gripped the wheel and my words came soon after,
‘Will? Come on,’ I didn’t know what to do to make him slow without distracting him, ‘pull over. Slow down.’ He didn’t. My hair lashed against us as the speed dial pushed just over 110. I couldn’t even begin to comprehend how we were still touching the ground. Everything I’d tried had failed as I begun to cling helplessly to him and hope for the best. His expression wasn’t one of fear nor anger but of frustration and hard concentration; as if a small voice was screaming at him but he refused to listen. That voice could have been mine but, for some reason, I doubted it highly. Will, the unpredictable fool he had now become, scared me più than ever. I buried my head deep into his shoulder, my fists balled up as pure terror, for both our deaths, dawned on me. All I could do was clutch Will close to me while screams forced their way up my throat. My yelps soon morphed into endless strings of muffled begging that I choked up and whimpered into his ear.
‘No Will. Please. Will. Will Will Will. Please.’ They soon meant nothing. Just sobs. Just words, like everything else in this world. Just words. Words can’t break Will and only I should know that. They only drive him on into overload and push him to do the worst. I didn’t want to die. Dyeing was an awfully complex and twisted journey to start and I wasn’t prepared to leave anything of what my life had now become behind. It was unpredictable and all I wanted was for Will to stop. Just stop. ‘Will. Will. No. Will. No, please. Will.’ I wanted… I wanted him to stop. My head was spinning and a sick dizziness wanted to drive its way up. I gripped hard, wanting to keep it in the pit of my stomach, but with everything moving past it was simply impossible. I tried, so hard, but there are times in your life where te can’t go on and te fall. te give up and the pain it puts te through isn’t the death, but the goodbyes. I wanted the end and the end came to me. The nausea swallowed me and the numbness of sleep took me away, down the stream and over the stars.
‘Will!’ I shrieked, ‘You’re going at ninety-five!’ My panic-stricken look didn’t seem to faze him as we climbed higher. Was he delirious? I veered away from the idea of shouting and taking over the wheel because it’d be too risking under these conditions. My ever-so-soft hands wormed over his own that gripped the wheel and my words came soon after,
‘Will? Come on,’ I didn’t know what to do to make him slow without distracting him, ‘pull over. Slow down.’ He didn’t. My hair lashed against us as the speed dial pushed just over 110. I couldn’t even begin to comprehend how we were still touching the ground. Everything I’d tried had failed as I begun to cling helplessly to him and hope for the best. His expression wasn’t one of fear nor anger but of frustration and hard concentration; as if a small voice was screaming at him but he refused to listen. That voice could have been mine but, for some reason, I doubted it highly. Will, the unpredictable fool he had now become, scared me più than ever. I buried my head deep into his shoulder, my fists balled up as pure terror, for both our deaths, dawned on me. All I could do was clutch Will close to me while screams forced their way up my throat. My yelps soon morphed into endless strings of muffled begging that I choked up and whimpered into his ear.
‘No Will. Please. Will. Will Will Will. Please.’ They soon meant nothing. Just sobs. Just words, like everything else in this world. Just words. Words can’t break Will and only I should know that. They only drive him on into overload and push him to do the worst. I didn’t want to die. Dyeing was an awfully complex and twisted journey to start and I wasn’t prepared to leave anything of what my life had now become behind. It was unpredictable and all I wanted was for Will to stop. Just stop. ‘Will. Will. No. Will. No, please. Will.’ I wanted… I wanted him to stop. My head was spinning and a sick dizziness wanted to drive its way up. I gripped hard, wanting to keep it in the pit of my stomach, but with everything moving past it was simply impossible. I tried, so hard, but there are times in your life where te can’t go on and te fall. te give up and the pain it puts te through isn’t the death, but the goodbyes. I wanted the end and the end came to me. The nausea swallowed me and the numbness of sleep took me away, down the stream and over the stars.
Ok, so Brooki and I were at a bit of a disagreement with where Lustful was going: I wanted there to be a Stelena, but she didn't. So, I took it upon myself to write a story for Stelena (don't worry, Damon will not be forgotten!)!
I have a name for it already, and I will be posting it soon! The Terrible Triangle. What do te think? Too cheesy? Let me know what te think about it, cause I can;t wait to get started!
If te have better name suggestions for me, comment!
Here is a preview!:
I got out of the car and locked my door, nervious and embarassed for being late...for our anniversary. I raced up the steps and knocked on the door. No one answered, so I turned the knob; the door was open. I walked in to hear a loud crash coming from the kitchen. I ran to the cucina to see Damon and Stefan arguing - again."
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I have a name for it already, and I will be posting it soon! The Terrible Triangle. What do te think? Too cheesy? Let me know what te think about it, cause I can;t wait to get started!
If te have better name suggestions for me, comment!
Here is a preview!:
I got out of the car and locked my door, nervious and embarassed for being late...for our anniversary. I raced up the steps and knocked on the door. No one answered, so I turned the knob; the door was open. I walked in to hear a loud crash coming from the kitchen. I ran to the cucina to see Damon and Stefan arguing - again."
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