07-12-2013, 06:09 PM
Neela finished her sandwich and pushed the plate aside, asking for a refill of her drink before opening her homework to work on at the counter. But as always, all she could think of in her downtime was Lucas; just like the past several lives, around this age she could only miss him more. They'd always found each other by the time one or the other was seventeen; always remembered each other.
She sniffed a bit and rubbed her eyes with her napkin, grimacing when the forgotten spices on said napkin made it into her eyes. "Ow, ow, ow!" She squinted hard and rested her head on the counter, rubbing her eyes firmly. She heard the door open and distantly, in the back of her mind, she felt what seemed to be a draft - a door opening metaphorically perhaps. She sat up after a minute, ignoring the feeling, and took a sip of her drink, eyes watering badly. "Ow."
High dive into frozen waves where the past comes back to life. Fight fear for the selfish pain;
It was worth it every time. Hold still right before we crash 'cause we both know how this ends.
A clock ticks 'til it breaks your glass and I drown in you again,
'Cause you are the piece of me I wish I didn't need. Chasing relentlessly, still fight and I don't know why!
If our love is tragedy, why are you my remedy? If our love's insanity, why are you my clarity?