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Anonymous Sat 17 Aug 2024 22:56:43 No.68356953 Report

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A continuation of this if you don't mind

Anonymous Sun 18 Aug 2024 00:48:36 No.68359760 Report

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>I'm let out of her grasp. She's smiling pretty wide at me.
>"Something change?"
>"Think I finally got everything at least sorted. Still not good but not confused at all times." She gently strokes my arm as I speak. Feels good.
>"You still think we need to psych visits?" She's a bit hesitant. Must not be too big of a fan of the shrinks and their ilk. No, I'd better not shirk that.
>"Yeah." I defeatedly admit. Thankfully she doesn't push.
>That's enough for her. I spend the rest of the afternoon hanging with Nick on the couch, just letting a comfortable nothingness strike. It's appreciated beyond words.
>Night approaches and I'm shuffled right into bed. Night's have been pretty rough, being alone with my thoughts and all.
>Not tonight. The first night of the rest of my life. No spillage, no outbursts. It hurts, don't get me wrong but it's the right hurt. The hurt that I can slowly unravel. Grief.
>My dreams are still and meaningless. They don't even intrude into waking hours. The second my eyes open they're chased away to not be heard from again. Good.
>I start to rise and feel the gentle ache. It's so much weaker now. Not sure if that's my will suppressing it finally or if I'm actually healing. Either is more than acceptable.
>Breakfast is already wafting through the air. I'm starving. I only half-limp out and into the kitchen. Nick's hard at work trying to murder me with a breakfast worth twice my daily caloric intake.
>I greedily dig at it. Small talk is made about the day. The band's coming over again. Reminds me of my new duties. I check the extra phone and notice the engagement is off the charts.
>My spirits lift. I did something. It may have been a layup but it was me. I hear a vocalization of great joy.
>I look up to see Nick beaming at me.
>"That was a smile." I touch my own face. It's taught. I'm smiling.
cont.

Anonymous Sun 18 Aug 2024 00:59:53 No.68360070 Report

Quoted By: >>68360363

>>68359760
>She dives at me from across the table. I'm taken to the ground as she nuzzles in. Her joy spreads through me. I even manage the makings of a laugh.
>It's not quite enough to escape me but it rattles my insides. I plant my hands on her back and take a deep breath.
>I finally wrest her off me and stand. I even forgot for a moment I'm still a bit wounded. Might need to keep that in better mind as the soreness flares up harder.
>Nick gleefully goes back to cleaning her plate while I put a sizeable dent into mine. I look over her as I go.
>She's really something else. My heart twitches. I feel the makings of deep attachment. It scares me. Her smile helps soothe my fear.
>I slide my plate to her. Graciously she cleans that one, too. Big day it seems.
>I feel a walk coming on. Not something I'd ever really wanted before but the way my leg creaks begs me to stretch it.
>"Hey Nick I think I'm gonna walk around the block a bit."
>"Oh cool give me a second and I'll be right with you." Not even a drop of hesitation. She deposits the dishes in the sink and rinses her hands. A double check to make sure the stove isn't going to burn the house down and she's at my side.
>Her hand enters mine. The connections fires up my arm and grasps at my very soul. It's a gentle but firm grasp. Feels almost like it's trying to hold me together.
>I smile and we step outside. We don't get far, maybe two blocks off before I feel the need to sit for the rest of today. Happily she marches right along, matching my pace perfectly.
>It's pretty clear I'm still not perfectly well. The pain causing a great anger in me. I do some exercises to not let it kill my rationality. I can feel it lessen quickly. Wonder if that's a permanent thing now. Not that I can't deal with it but...
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Anonymous Sun 18 Aug 2024 01:12:04 No.68360363 Report

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>>68360070
>I shake the thread away. No need to dwell. I limp back in and prop my leg up on the couch.
>Nick absolutely chucks herself onto the thing beside me, rattling me up and down. It'd be pretty cute if it didn't twinge the shit out of my leg. Through gritted teeth I welcome her to the couch. She merely shrugs at me.
>"Hey since we're gonna do this whole dating thing did you have anywhere in mind you wanted to go?" Her words shock my heart. I wasn't quite ready for this conversation but Nick's not one to wait.
>"Not really." I start to think. Memories of a few food court outings and not much else spring to mind. They're distant and cold. A deep sadness comes with them. I brace but it slots right into it's place gently. I sigh and relax.
>"Mind if I pick then?" I nod no at her.
>"Rad. Got this little diner that serves killer pancakes. You eat pancakes?" I get a tap on the leg as she asks. The wounded one. I seethe again.
>"Yeah." She tucks my head under her arm as I lean forward. To my surprise she pulls me over.
>I'm laying down on her lap as she speaks. Her voice resonates through her body.
>"Sorry about that." I just look forward as she drags her hand up an down the side of my head.
>The TV's turned on as she slides a bit, nestling my head a bit further up. Always reminded of how cool saurians are compared to humans.
>I accept my lap pillow fate and turn my brain off. An unknown amount of time passes when the doorbell rings.
>I'm gently shooed off her lap. Must've been laying a while as I dizzy slightly as I sit up. I stretch and hear the voice of the two bandmates from behind me.
>"The human lives!" Trent offers a big handshake that turns into a quick hug and back pat. Didn't know how badly I'd missed that.
>Curtis grants me a fist bump. I clank knuckles with him. They don't sit.
>"Alright you ready?" Trent looks at me expectantly. Oh, guess we're going somewhere. I shoot a bit of a dirty look over at Nick. She just wiggles her eyebrows at me.
cont.

Anonymous Sun 18 Aug 2024 01:22:18 No.68360596 Report

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>>68360363
>"Yup." I stand and follow the group out front. Leg now getting workout number two.
>The band van's here, must be Trent's or Curtis'. I'm set in the back with Nick. I slide on in and Nick leans in to whisper.
>"We're going to see a band play at a local place." Live music, huh? Sure.
>The ride is without conversation. Not from an atmosphere or awkwardness, no but rather that it was much too filled with loud music to make conversation.
>We pull into the place, some hole-in-the-wall place. Can't hold more than thirty people at once.
>But thirty it held. We pack in like sardines and slowly slide to the front. Nick wants us at the front it seems.
>The stage is barely raised a few inches. It's a step more than anything.
>The band's not out yet but the place is already starting to heat up. The vibe is electric. So is the feeling through my leg.
>The world slows as I watch the band come out. I want to throw up. I want to run. I want to not exist.
>Two of the three members I don't recognize.
>The third I couldn't ever forget. A short purple triceratops, carrying a bass and looking like she's barely alive leads the group out.
>I can't move. I can't even breath. She looks up and locks eyes with me. They're lifeless. Yet inside a fire burns now. If she could kill with a glare now would be the time.
>The set starts and my gaze never leaves her. She stares right back at me. Her anger and fire comes straight out through her instrument.
>It's an angry sound. Brimming with unbound fury. I'd never been one to understand the emotion in a performance. Now I couldn't hide from it if I tried.
>It feels like a millennia. Every note, every drumbeat a ticking timer. I consider a moment that it might be time to speak to her. Every fiber of my existence wants nothing more than to never, ever have to do that.
cont one more.

Anonymous Sun 18 Aug 2024 01:24:09 No.68360640 Report

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>>68360596
>The set finishes as the band pants and sweats. Still, Trish never looks away from me. Not right up until she turns to exit through the side door.
>The crowd starts to disperse as I stand stunned.
>Nick pulls me a bit. "Oh hey dude, what's up?"
>I can't form words.
>"That bass player sure was staring at you. You know each other?" Trent pushes through a few other patrons and speaks. Nick's face drops as he speaks.
>I can only nod yes.

Fin, cliffhangered.

Last for tonight as well /snoot/ off to lurk. Oh also Tarjafic9 is up to 2.5k words. Will poke more at it tonight/tomorrow hopefully.