Thread: A Former Love :: Relix/Zexy

She had a calming touch? Well she hadn't heard that one before but ok, she'd accept that. Thanks. She felt a little happy that he said that actually. To her it meant that he didn't fell as awkward around her anymore. Or at least the feeling bad been pushed aside for the time being. After all, that was the kind of thing you would say to a person you knew wouldn't feel odd about it. That or she was reading into this a bit to much. It was probably that but she could have her own thoughts on the matter. After all, in an incredibly short amount of time she had come to feel comfortable around him. And actually trust him, which was the truly weird thing about this entire ordeal. She couldn't recall the last time she had been able to trust a person so much so quickly, not even Emily. With her it had taken a couple of weeks but finally the blond managed to break around Aaliyah's barrier and they were able to form a really close friendship their freshmen year of college. And with Vincent she had his odd feeling that sh could trust him that he wouldn't hurt her. Of course that was shadowed by a feeling that she needed to be careful. She had no clue why though. Had she ever felt like she would never fit in some where? Of course! High school and college, more so college then anything else though. Mainly because she would know absolutely no one except for her cousin Maggie, but that was the price she would have to pay for going to school out of state. And when she first got there she felt really alone and didn't think she'd actually ever make it. Three years later she was doing just fine and had a group of friends who she could actually call family. Couldn't get any better then that. Different? Different is a good thing. It's what made people unique from one another. It was just finding people who respected and loved those differences, if a person could do that then they had a friend. Allow me to give you a bit of advice. You are never going to just automatically go some where and fit in, life just doesn't work that way for all people. Some people can go anywhere and find people that they click with immediately, Emily can, I know I can't. So people like us, people who can't just snap and fit in with everyone else have to do is make ourselves fit in somewhere. We have to actually work at it and try. Might fail a couple of times but the end result is always worth it. If he didn't feel right here wouldn't the question be where he felt like he did belong. She didn't see the point of staying some where she thought she didn't belong. If anything it only put more stress on her, or in this case him. And why do that to yourself? Yes I get that feeling...I just get it at random times. Drawing, painting, when doing her homework on occasion, when she was thinking about some things. She came to a point where she felt stuck. Like she couldn't move forward, like she was doing something wrong. Of course this led to hours of her wondering why she felt this way but then she could never come up with a good answer. A small blush ad made its way onto the females cheeks as she felt his hand on top of hers. It was oddly cold, but she didn't really mind. It only forced her to wonder if the male beside her ever got warm seeing how he was just as cold a couple nights ago when they had walked into one another. It's ok, no need to apologize... Seeing how he was off the railing she took a moment to get on. Turning around she placed her hands against the cold metal and lifted herself up, taking a seat now. This was really cold to, and that she had to admit, wasn't exactly natural seeing how Vincent had just been laying on it. It should have at least been a little warm. Was he cold blooded or something? I'll finish my drawing a soon as your stomach stops hurting ok? I'm not going to put you through any amount of pain just for a picture. Yes, people had to suffer for their art but she didn't believe in letting other people suffer for someone elses art. Until then feel free to paint me one more time so we can be even. Just tell me when you want to and I'll be more then happy to do what ever you want me to do. It was only fair after all. She had drawn two pictures of him, though one was uncompleted at the moment so it would only be fair to let him paint her one more time. Making sure her hands were steady on the railing she began to rock back and forth a bit, stopping momentarily as the wind decided to blow. Did she believe in people being born again? Well the thought of being reincarnated was something she had always found interesting. Growing up where I grew up Vincent you tend to have a really open mind about anything and everything. Which wasn't at all a lie. You could be closed minded to it all but that just wasn't any fun now was it? It was as he went on to explain himself that she laughed. She couldn't really help it. He didn't seem to know what he wanted to do or make since of. It was kinda funny. Reaching over she cupped the males cheek in her hand, her thumb stroking across the cold skin. First, how about you try to get your thoughts together? I don't know what's buzzing around in your head but it has caused you to be all over the place these past few minutes. And thats fine but it might be a bit better for you if you had everything together in your head. As for your question though, yes I believe in reincarnation. My mom always said I was probably here a couple hundred years ago seeing how I was such an odd little girl. No five year old could ever handle a knife the way she could, and it wasn't a kitchen knife either. That and the fact that she had very little tolerance for people that decided not to listen to her, may it have been and adult or another child. If they didn't want to listen she made them listen and do as she asked. Anyway, believe it or not I have a pretty open mind about a lot of things. If you don't believe me then just try me.