I swallow, watching him before standing. I walk over and grab my stuff, putting my money back into my pockets. I plop back down and yawn, stretching, "I totally forgot about it. Sorry."
All you need is faith, trust, and a little bit of pixie-dust!
I look down and nod, sighing as I run a hand through my hair. A whole year. It'll be like it was. What if... things happen and we don't come back the way we are now? What if things change?
I'm never what I like I'm double sided And I just can't hide I kind of like it When I make you cry 'Cause I'm twisted up, twisted up Inside
I study him, sitting up and twining my hand with his, "I-I think I should head out early," I whisper, "I need to get my supplies an everything anyways."
All you need is faith, trust, and a little bit of pixie-dust!
I walk back into the tavern, worn. My jacket fading and the cuts I'd earned on my arms bandaged, I come to realize how different I look.
Wow. Turning twenty really changes a girl...
I used to have blonde hair, dyed, but it's starting to fade back to dark brown like it originally is. Pulling the sleeves of my jacket down, I strode my way over to the bar and sit at one of the stools, feeling like its the first time I've sat down in weeks.
"Water, please," I order, shivvering.
All you need is faith, trust, and a little bit of pixie-dust!