Novae-Luna

Summary: [I really think we could've been good together. It wasn't, y'know, doomed from the start. Heh. But that's you, alright, always messing things up. God, if you had confessed in any other way or had acted later on in any other manner, we probably could've worked it out. ...Yeah. Heh. You were a strange one. ...Yeah. Goodbye.] _________________ Y'know, I never really did find out your last name. I guess it was more than a little expected, seeing how little we knew each other. I didn't even know your grades in the only class we had ever shared together; and you sat next to me, helping me with the stuff I didn't know, teaching what flew

It’s with a cleverly concealed wince that he hears her scream it out at him, tears obscuring her face; he’s not sure whether she’s drunken with sorrow or sober with worries this time, but nevertheless, she’ll go away soon. Kris always does. Either that, or he goes. He personally isn’t really sure how he feels towards her. Sure, he definitely harbors an immense respect for her; it’s hard not to, to see those eyes of hers always shielding something- he wishes he would have that ability, but he’s always only been able to try. He might be in love with her. (He probably is.) He’s always been able to

Cans of cola scatter around him, from the destroyed and nostalgic perceptions of children past; and there are falling chairs from the fractured and suppressed dreams of tomorrow's children. It's of no matter to him, is it not? He thinks that he's finally figured everything out. He'll bring the smiles of others down with him. After all, it's just a dog-eat-dog world, and there can only be one blue-ribbon winner. They call him Leon. Personally, he doesn't care much for his name, but no one bothers to care about him; a lack of nicknames results from isolation. He knows they all have the right to do so; he can't even scream out what he really wa

School just started. My brother just farted.