The Art of Loneliness
04.
I was on the fifth floor again, curled up in one of those big, soft wingbacked chairs with a copy of Titus Groan between my thighs.
It was a quieter day, but I had slipped in unnoticed and sat with my back to the bar. I wasn't ready to be talked at yet, just wanted to lose myself in Mervyn Peake's beautiful world where everything was broken and decrepit.
I wished I could be like him, that I could be him. That I could draw and write and share.
But I was content, at that moment, to be myself, and let him simply was over me instead.
To borrow a bit of his faded fairyland glamour.
"You again!"
And these, the words that shattered the dust and bone castle that I had built around myself.
I looked up, and found myself face to face with the boy I did not know.
I did not like him, I decided. He represented change, and change was something that I was not ready to accept.
So I looked back down, and hoped he realised that I wasn't ready to order, especially not from him.
For a while he stood there, maybe waiting for a response, maybe puzzled, maybe just learning how to hate me.
But then he went, and I could breathe again.
It was a quieter day, but I had slipped in unnoticed and sat with my back to the bar. I wasn't ready to be talked at yet, just wanted to lose myself in Mervyn Peake's beautiful world where everything was broken and decrepit.
I wished I could be like him, that I could be him. That I could draw and write and share.
But I was content, at that moment, to be myself, and let him simply was over me instead.
To borrow a bit of his faded fairyland glamour.
"You again!"
And these, the words that shattered the dust and bone castle that I had built around myself.
I looked up, and found myself face to face with the boy I did not know.
I did not like him, I decided. He represented change, and change was something that I was not ready to accept.
So I looked back down, and hoped he realised that I wasn't ready to order, especially not from him.
For a while he stood there, maybe waiting for a response, maybe puzzled, maybe just learning how to hate me.
But then he went, and I could breathe again.
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Well I fail and my laptops broken and this may be a plotless wonder or it may be a romance but I really don't know.Thanks to Stumble into the Sun for commenting. Seriously, thanks. No link cause I'm lazy.