WE'RE DOING THE THING!!
(nice work getting the word count on day 1!!)
“No!” she screams. “You don’t get to pretend to be this loving caretaker after what you just said to me!”
Her hands curl into fists. “You don’t get to be anything at all! You’ll never be a doctor, you’ll never be a chef, you’ll never be anything! You’ll be sad and alone because you can’t seem to care about anyone!”
As her voice falls at the last word, she looks up into his eyes. He sees the reflection of sunlight dim as it hides behind a cloud.
As the vehicle goes out of view, nearing a more populated and city-like area, he hears their piercing sirens come on. He’d always heard them far away, but it occurs to him that he never really considers who is inside and who is left behind. He always thought of the professionals inside them and how he, one day, might be one. Never about the patients inside or the people outside who are scared.
OrabellaAvenue wrote:@Carlito thanks! (Also, what exactly do you mean? What thing are we doing? Sorry lol I'm probably blind)
But other than that I'M STILL SO EXCITED CAN YOU BELIEVE NOVMO IS HERE AND WE'RE DOING IT??
In their history class, their teacher instructs them to talk with their partners about the subject currently on the board. Emyr turns to Evelyn, but she looks the other way.
He was going to ask if she was okay.
Obviously she is fine.
“Evelyn, Evelyn, little Lime. Have some patience. Give it some time.” He grins. “You like my rhyme? Think I can be a poet?”
“Sure,” she replies.
“Looks like we’re at a stalemate.”
“But the game’s not over.”
“You’re such a nerd,” Conscious says, moving away again.
[Conscious] looks up at Subconscious.
Subconscious looks down at Conscious.
Looking around the room and seeing Evelyn not there as he enters reminds him that he has, in fact, seen the same thing before. He’s come in multiple times to his 5th period and has not seen her there.
He had never noticed.
He doesn’t care how much his eyelids droop even as his heart races and his breath drags in ragged and sharp. He watches his breath soar into the moonlight as he passes under streetlights, and even as his brain is full of fog, his body feels fluid and unyielding to anything but his commands.