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Date Posted: Thu, Oct 21 2004, 11:15pm PDT
Author: Delilah
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Sometimes I think I'm scared
Sometimes I know
I feel like making love
Sometimes I don't
I feel like letting go, maybe not
I feel like giving up


She didn't want to be out anywhere and she didn't want to be around people, but her dad had all but kicked her out for the evening - saying that if she was still feeling so sick, she was going to see the doctor first thing in the morning, or else she needed to get out and do something with herself. Her girls had been calling persistently for the past few days and threatening to drag her out kicking and screaming, so she had finally given in and agreed to head out there with a small group. They had already been shopping for a couple hours - retail therapy was like nothing else - and she was sitting in the food court taking a break with two of the girls, while the other three or four had gone to hit a couple more stores. Despite getting out, and spending too much money on clothes that she didn't need, it seemed every time she stopped and allowed herself to think about things - her thoughts were instantly on him. His flowers had been of some solace - at least she knew he hadn't forgotten about her... But it wasn't enough. She wanted his arms around her, and the sweet scent of his cologne to linger on her clothing and in her room, and his warm lips on her cheek, his rough voice in her ear.. Exhaling a soft breath, she brushed a hand over her head, fingers twisting into her dark ringlets, tired; wistful gaze off on nothing in particular - oblivious and clearly not a part of the conversation that her friends were so engaged in. Her hair was carefully styled, make-up light but enhancing, and her outfit casually coordinated as always - faded and tattered denims fit to her hips and a rich violet v-neck wool sweater pulled over a long-sleeved white tee - but there was an uncharacteristic redness to her eyes and an absent hollowness to her rare smile, mind a million miles away from reality...

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