I'm trying to win te back playing not so much fairly perhaps :p Two chaps in a row is always a win
It wasn’t the dead-night anymore.
But not even daytime yet, as a matter of fact, even if a gleaming blanket was hovering in the air now. It drifted through the dust, gilding it, making it glisten brightly.
Everything looked like having a glow. Even the plastic fake-plants in the hall. Even the navy blue carpet on the ground. Even the long empty corridors ahead of him.
It would have been one of his preferito hours of the giorno - dawn breaking.
If only those damn above-mentioned last one would stop sneaking for a moment. They seemed to brunch off from all sides, really tonight. A place of pure madness, which had been set up with the only purpose of torturing him, and make him più and più fretful, turn after turn.
Of course it hadn’t. Been set up for that specific purpose I mean.
The building had always had that very same appearance since 1997 as far as he knew. It would have been preposterous thinking otherwise. Who the hell did he think he was for corridors to brunch off differently, as if someone might prolong his agony, just for the sake it?
It was just him coming down to the wire of course.
And losing it slowly perhaps.
Lisa in the meanwhile had had to sit down.
She sat cross-legged on the couch, pinching repeatedly her lips between finger and thumb. She swung her knees, up and down.
She just had to sit down at some point. It was the only way.
It was driving her out of her mind and eating her up from inside.
Whatever it was.
She still wasn’t so sure about its identity....
She was working on keeping her mind from going there right now, working on keeping herself from just getting paranoid already, ‘cause that was the word, without fooling oneself around any further: P. A. R. A. N. O. I. D.
Just as simple as that. There was no other way to put it.
She bit her thumb-nail, lightly, peering up, keeping on swinging her legs.
Six point fifteen.
She had the impression that awkward sense of empty dizziness she felt oppressing her chest had just sharpened; becoming just as keen as a razor-blade getting through her.
Her cuore fluttered.
She got her breath, closing her eyes.
Nothing.
She tried again, focusing on holding it as longer as possible.
Nothing.
She tried harder, trying to brush if off her: this sense of distress, she felt rushing through her system.
She snapped her eyes open. Nothing.
She couldn’t seem to bring herself to make it stop.
The thud in her chest worsen.
Her head pounded.
She had to knocked back something way harder than a amaro pill to bring herself to do.
“Fair enough then...facts....” she muttered to the emptiness.
Her hands were trembling. She rubbed them to one another, cracking her knuckles.
“Alright....”
Fact one: he had told her he loved her.
Fact two: they had kissed.
Plenty.
Fact three: she had kissed him goodbye.
Fact four: he had never asked her to stay.
Period.
End of the story.
Nothing to make heavy whether of.
Nothing to be brooding over that much.
It had always been a mess between them. It still was.
It always would have been for a reasonable still unquantifiable amount of time.
They sucked at timing. Epically. They always had. She doubted they’ll ever won’t.
Lisa kept on chewing her nails, nodding to herself, looking around, blindly
But if he had, if he HAD in deed asked her to stay - da some remote chance of course, as absurd as it may sound but if he had - would she have?
And if he came, did she want him to?
She glanced up to the watch once more.
But would he come?
They were still so unnaturally desert. The corridors. Just still so empty. So quiet. So narrow and long. Hugh walked through, door after door, squared glass window after squared glass window.
Creamy-colored roll-down blinds he had never noticed before filtered the light. It was still weak but it was there, getting ready to break in and bustle in on him.
The faltering shadows of the curtains waved up and down the white wall.
Up and down, up and down, up and down.
Like tall silent sentries keeping him a questionable company as he went back through it all, all all over again, starting back from the very beginning.
Why it would be so much better like this. Just so much righter like this. Just making so much più sense da this long.
He would letting her go for now and then with time, as soon as things would quiet down....
He was there.
He walked past the last door.
And he was aching for it to be over already.
Lisa had pushed herself upright.
She was walking herself up and down now, a black elastic band between her fingers, getting turned over, repeatedly.
He had told her he loved her. They had kissed. And she knew he cared. And she did too. But she had to baciare him goodbye and she hadn’t been planning it to happen like that, but it had....
And he had not asked her to stay.
She run her tongue across her lips, chewing her bottom on, lightly.
He hadn’t alright. But she hadn’t been promising anything either, had she?
How could she anyway?
She still had a flight to catch. A boyfriend to face.
A boyfriend.
She had a boyfriend.
A flight to catch.
Of course she had.
A boyfriend.
She still had a boyfriend.
And was him to her?
She couldn’t, could she?
He asked her not; o better he hadn’t asked her to to be precise.
She rubbed her hands over her face. What difference did it make anyway?
But he had told her he loved her, right?
Well but dozens have told her so. What difference did it make anyway again?
Her cuore bucked, violently. She snapped her head up, wide-eyed.
Did she?!
Hugh’s head pounded.
His hands were starting to get insufferably sticky against his jeans.
He rubbed them quickly across his thighs, asking to his heartbeat to sort itself out. Of course he did not. He never listened. He never played his game but a speed-racing match of his own.
He took a long, deep breath, but it pained him.
Lisa didn’t seemed to able to expel the breath that had remained hold tightly in her lungs no matter how hard she tried.
She ultimately took a decision and wear her shoes back on.
Hugh lifted up his hand.
He clenched his fist, leveled with his face, prepared himself to knock...
She rushed herself out without even looking, crashing right into him.
None of them of course couldn’t find any voice to say something.
For some good eternal five secondi straight at least.
And now the rest....coming up next...of course xD
It wasn’t the dead-night anymore.
But not even daytime yet, as a matter of fact, even if a gleaming blanket was hovering in the air now. It drifted through the dust, gilding it, making it glisten brightly.
Everything looked like having a glow. Even the plastic fake-plants in the hall. Even the navy blue carpet on the ground. Even the long empty corridors ahead of him.
It would have been one of his preferito hours of the giorno - dawn breaking.
If only those damn above-mentioned last one would stop sneaking for a moment. They seemed to brunch off from all sides, really tonight. A place of pure madness, which had been set up with the only purpose of torturing him, and make him più and più fretful, turn after turn.
Of course it hadn’t. Been set up for that specific purpose I mean.
The building had always had that very same appearance since 1997 as far as he knew. It would have been preposterous thinking otherwise. Who the hell did he think he was for corridors to brunch off differently, as if someone might prolong his agony, just for the sake it?
It was just him coming down to the wire of course.
And losing it slowly perhaps.
Lisa in the meanwhile had had to sit down.
She sat cross-legged on the couch, pinching repeatedly her lips between finger and thumb. She swung her knees, up and down.
She just had to sit down at some point. It was the only way.
It was driving her out of her mind and eating her up from inside.
Whatever it was.
She still wasn’t so sure about its identity....
She was working on keeping her mind from going there right now, working on keeping herself from just getting paranoid already, ‘cause that was the word, without fooling oneself around any further: P. A. R. A. N. O. I. D.
Just as simple as that. There was no other way to put it.
She bit her thumb-nail, lightly, peering up, keeping on swinging her legs.
Six point fifteen.
She had the impression that awkward sense of empty dizziness she felt oppressing her chest had just sharpened; becoming just as keen as a razor-blade getting through her.
Her cuore fluttered.
She got her breath, closing her eyes.
Nothing.
She tried again, focusing on holding it as longer as possible.
Nothing.
She tried harder, trying to brush if off her: this sense of distress, she felt rushing through her system.
She snapped her eyes open. Nothing.
She couldn’t seem to bring herself to make it stop.
The thud in her chest worsen.
Her head pounded.
She had to knocked back something way harder than a amaro pill to bring herself to do.
“Fair enough then...facts....” she muttered to the emptiness.
Her hands were trembling. She rubbed them to one another, cracking her knuckles.
“Alright....”
Fact one: he had told her he loved her.
Fact two: they had kissed.
Plenty.
Fact three: she had kissed him goodbye.
Fact four: he had never asked her to stay.
Period.
End of the story.
Nothing to make heavy whether of.
Nothing to be brooding over that much.
It had always been a mess between them. It still was.
It always would have been for a reasonable still unquantifiable amount of time.
They sucked at timing. Epically. They always had. She doubted they’ll ever won’t.
Lisa kept on chewing her nails, nodding to herself, looking around, blindly
But if he had, if he HAD in deed asked her to stay - da some remote chance of course, as absurd as it may sound but if he had - would she have?
And if he came, did she want him to?
She glanced up to the watch once more.
But would he come?
They were still so unnaturally desert. The corridors. Just still so empty. So quiet. So narrow and long. Hugh walked through, door after door, squared glass window after squared glass window.
Creamy-colored roll-down blinds he had never noticed before filtered the light. It was still weak but it was there, getting ready to break in and bustle in on him.
The faltering shadows of the curtains waved up and down the white wall.
Up and down, up and down, up and down.
Like tall silent sentries keeping him a questionable company as he went back through it all, all all over again, starting back from the very beginning.
Why it would be so much better like this. Just so much righter like this. Just making so much più sense da this long.
He would letting her go for now and then with time, as soon as things would quiet down....
He was there.
He walked past the last door.
And he was aching for it to be over already.
Lisa had pushed herself upright.
She was walking herself up and down now, a black elastic band between her fingers, getting turned over, repeatedly.
He had told her he loved her. They had kissed. And she knew he cared. And she did too. But she had to baciare him goodbye and she hadn’t been planning it to happen like that, but it had....
And he had not asked her to stay.
She run her tongue across her lips, chewing her bottom on, lightly.
He hadn’t alright. But she hadn’t been promising anything either, had she?
How could she anyway?
She still had a flight to catch. A boyfriend to face.
A boyfriend.
She had a boyfriend.
A flight to catch.
Of course she had.
A boyfriend.
She still had a boyfriend.
And was him to her?
She couldn’t, could she?
He asked her not; o better he hadn’t asked her to to be precise.
She rubbed her hands over her face. What difference did it make anyway?
But he had told her he loved her, right?
Well but dozens have told her so. What difference did it make anyway again?
Her cuore bucked, violently. She snapped her head up, wide-eyed.
Did she?!
Hugh’s head pounded.
His hands were starting to get insufferably sticky against his jeans.
He rubbed them quickly across his thighs, asking to his heartbeat to sort itself out. Of course he did not. He never listened. He never played his game but a speed-racing match of his own.
He took a long, deep breath, but it pained him.
Lisa didn’t seemed to able to expel the breath that had remained hold tightly in her lungs no matter how hard she tried.
She ultimately took a decision and wear her shoes back on.
Hugh lifted up his hand.
He clenched his fist, leveled with his face, prepared himself to knock...
She rushed herself out without even looking, crashing right into him.
None of them of course couldn’t find any voice to say something.
For some good eternal five secondi straight at least.
And now the rest....coming up next...of course xD
