Drabble #2

Their smiles were quivering, strained. Their words were polite and distant.
She held onto them with fanatic, desperate fervour. Tried her best to banish the lifeless gaze from their eyes. She yearned to see their teeth, revealed in amusement, to see their uvulas shaking in joyous laughter. But their tragedy lay thickly over them, in everything they did. Their tragedy of warm summer days and cocktails by the lake. Their tragedy of a single, lonely arm-float drifting to shore. Their eyes and minds and hearts were closed, and there she stood, in the ruinous rubble of their once happy lives.

Drabble #1

You smile at the words I utter, fondness in your eyes, as you answer. My hands shake, wonderful, exhilarating nausea overwhelms, as you wrap your arms around my shoulders, and my laughter is loud, a statement of a happiness I have never known before.
We travel through space and time, as the country changes before us, capturing, mesmerizing. Letting us forget why we ran. Forget the ghosts of our past.
But beauty is brief. Your eyes accustom themselves to it. You are no longer astonished, by me. I have lost my charm. You leave me, where I first began. Alone.

David

She named him David. Not for any particular reason, she just always liked that name. Later on she heard the parents discuss the name James Juniour, and her heart broke as she realised that, despite giving him life, he was not hers to name, know, raise, kiss, hug.
But she loved him. All her life she loved him as David James Juniour. Her boy.

Untitled #1

The thing about falling in love is the whole cliché you find yourself in.
Because suddenly, love does make you blind. And suddenly it does make you do crazy things.
You find yourself wholly uncapable of being rational or sensible, or in any way make any sense.
It's exhilerating and addictive and most unhealthy. Supposedly it's something you aspire to, love, you wish for it in the middle of the night.

But I swear by everything and anything holy. I will not rest until this god-forsaken sensation is out of my body.

I refuse to adhere to my emotions any longer.

This has gone too far.

I am not acting like myself.

I have transformed into a mindless simpering fool, and I hate it.

- But he's just so cute.