A cold autumn breeze rustled through the golden-brown leaves at my feat. Sitting on a set of stairs across from the movie theater I looked at a poster for one or other new love story. I rolled my eyes and let my dark brown hair fall out of my beanie, providing a little more warmth. this had always been my favourite time of the year, cold ears and noses, fire places lit, hot chocolate... Pulling the red leather jacket somewhat tighter around me I looked down at my watch.
"There is no such thing as love." A cold voice startled me "It is but an illusion. An excuse teenage girls use to blame their irrational decisions on." He continued.
I shivered and looked up at his cold emotionless face, that was staring at the poster I had been looking at earlier.
"There is, however, lust and instinct. A desire to reproduce as to speak." He added as an afterthought and sat down, close enough for me to smell his showergel. Blushing, I looked at my trainers intently "We should get going." my voice was unstable but he didn't seem to notice.
"We should." he confirmed, his voice growing softer "That we should."
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Random things I write to procrastinate
RandomThe title says it all! But if you like the things I write you can have them... Sure, take them, take my mug! Take it! Stop putting random references in everything! Wait, who said that? Whatever... Go on, read it! I changed my mind; it's a rant/pers...
