we all carry these things inside , [aphy]

[dallas star harrison;]

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Cold chills snaked their way through the clothing of the girl. She simply wore a baggy tank top with some kind of jacket over it, with a pair of thrown on jeans. Her long, wavy, blonde hair cascaded down her chest and back, layers flying with the frosty wind feathering them away from her face. Dallas' pale skin was contrasted so beautifully with her blackened out eye makeup and a deep shade of lipstick covering her chapped lips. This girl wasn't one to go out often, and when she did, she obviously didn't try to look her best. A pretty black bag hung from her side, which contained her most prized possession: her camera. Ever since she was younger, Dallas was always into the art of photography. She would use cheap disposable cameras and take pictures of everything she found interesting. As that obsession with photography grew into her more mature teenage years, she finally saved up enough money to buy herself a camera.

In high school, Dallas was the outcast. Ugly, alone, misunderstood.. She was teased, a lot. It got to her, and no one but those at her school knew what went on those six to seven hours. And as soon as she went home, everything was good and normal. Her parents had no idea, and when she turned eighteen and graduated from that hell, she was gone. Her parents don't care, they don't care about anyone but themselves. Because of this, Dallas is the same way. Her only care in the world is about herself, simply because no one else did.

Dallas walked along the sidewalk of the busy city life. The cold winter chilled air felt almost hot against her skin. Her hands were shoved so deep into her pockets they could get lost, and her toes were beginning to lose feeling. She definitely wasn't used to this cold weather. As she sought to escape the chill, the blonde ducked into the nearest building. Which happened to be a coffee shop. As soon as she whisked herself in, a warm breeze flooded her frame as the smells of coffee invaded her nostrils. Dallas' blue eyes blinked as she looked around solely, and ordered her coffee. While she was warmer now, something was still cold about her. Perhaps it was just her heart. As she received her coffee, not a word escaped her mouth. Not a 'thank you', not even a mere smile. She only took a seat in the back corner of the coffee shop.

It was quite busy that day in the coffee shop. The noises of people talking amongst themselves flooded her ears. This brought back memories from a few years before, when classmates would whisper to themselves about how Dallas was different, weird, ugly, anything. The whisper was of course just high enough that Dallas could hear every word, which only made her hate more. Because of the way that she was treated back then, takes a huge toll on how she treats people now. Forgiveness for the human race isn't in her vocabulary, which causes her to intentionally try and hurt people. Anyone that comes across Dallas should walk the other way, because she will have no mercy.

TAGGED: APHY WORD COUNT: 534 NOTES: LALALA I'M DEAD TIRED FROM STAYING UP ALL NIGHT SO HERE YOU ARE, PIXIE!

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i love brooklyn from caution !!!

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[aphrodite lynn emmahaust;]

The weather was cold, as expected from a typical winter in New York. Icy tendrils seemed to wrap around her slight figure, sneaking through the fabric of her clothing. A long sleeved shirt under a button-up sweater with a pair of plain skinny jeans did little to protect her from the chill, and she could feel her fingers begin to grow cold. She stuffed her hands in her pockets, eyes roving the perimeters for a place to warm up a little.

All the while, she couldn’t help but to think that the poor weather matched her mood rather well. It was dreary and dark, and she was feeling down and depressed. To be fair, she felt depressed most days. There was just so little for her to look forward to except for her music, and it wasn’t as if that would be enough to sustain her for life. She wanted to be bitter and hate the people from high school who bullied her until she began a downward descent that she sometimes believed would end in suicide. It wasn’t as if she really wanted to end her life, but when the going got tough and she felt overwhelmed and upset, the prospect didn’t seem so bad. And she still couldn’t find it in her heart to despise the people who tortured her so terribly.

It wasn’t as if Aphy forgave them or anything. After all, there was a saying that bullies easily forgot their victims when they reached adulthood, whereas the bullied would forever remember their tormentors. Each memory of her past remained imprinted in her mind with startling precision and clarity, but she simply didn’t have the energy to waste hating them. She wanted to believe that portion of her life was done and over with, and all that remained were opportunities to make something of herself. Unfortunately, the idea of a bright future didn’t exist in her mind.

Once upon a time, whenever she dreamed about the future, Gavin was a part of it. Everything in her world revolved around him because he was the light at the end of the tunnel, the silver lining on every cloud. In the past, if anyone asked her, there was no such thing as a future without him. She never imagined fate would be so cruel as to rip him right out of her arms, and though he was also a major reason in why she had spiraled into depression, there was no way she could ever bring herself to blame him for anything. All she knew for sure was that there was no future of sunshine and flowers in her future. She just needed music to help her drift along and go with the flow. It would be enough to keep her satisfied and content if she could just lock herself up in a studio for the rest of her life.

As her eyes came to rest on a small coffee shop, Aphy sped up her pace. She yearned to feel some sort of warmth, and she could use a warm drink to help with that. Pushing the door open, she glanced around, finding that there was something cozy about the little shop. She headed over to the counter and ordered a small coffee, paying with a few crumpled bills that had remained carelessly shoved in the pocket of her jeans. Warming up her fingers against the paper cup, she sent another glance around the perimeters, taking in the faces of other people who had decided to linger in the shop. Dropping her gaze, she sat down in a seat near the darker area of the portion, enjoying the silence and solitude.

tag;;: Dallas
word count;; 6 1 2
muse;; Merr, there and reluctant.
notes;; Sorry for this failure of a late reply. D: