Sept 14, 2019 18:19:30 GMT -6
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[attr="class","carvecount"]435 WORDS
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[attr="class","carvetitle"]I'm stronger than you think
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How long do I have to prove myself for you to finally see that?! I work harder than anybody else, but you just keep dragging me down!
[attr="class","carvenotes"]elysia wilts
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[attr="class","carvetext"]Gradually, Orion devoured his strawberry ice cream alongside the crunchy waffle cone. The delectable taste pleased the human's tastebuds as he enjoyed every second of the cold treat. These frozen delights were excellent on a warm, June afternoon, thus the black-haired man was pleased with his choices. Bashfulness lurked in his conversation with Elysia, however, it progressed surprisingly well despite those lingering feelings. Furthermore, Orion found himself comfortable with the notion of the ginger's species, almost as though nostalgia persuaded him about everything being alright... or... perhaps something stronger. Thoughts were silenced, but there was something oddly natural about their interaction, almost as though a mysterious force beyond their control connected the pair in some unbelievable way. Alas, the dark-haired man shoved those thoughts into the back of his mind. Clearly they were merely a pair of schoolmates who enjoyed witnessing a familiar face from those innocent childhood days. Anybody would desire that taste of peace from something mundane like memories of high school days. Even Orion since despite his frightful past with his father, school was never problematic unless he managed to get himself in trouble.
Eventually, the strawberry ice cream was finished alongside the waffle cone, which heralded the end of his interaction with Elysia. The RCMP officer was planning on attending the festivities with his mother and aunt, which meant searching them out. When the ginger walked behind the counter to grab his blueberry muffin and place it in a small, paper bag, Orion fished the coupon from his pocket and provided what was needed to pay for the treat. A tiny smile graced his lips when Elysia stated it was good seeing him.
"It was good seeing you too and I am sure I will," he responded in a surprisingly friendly manner. "Anyways, better go find my mom and aunt. See you around."
Carefully, the human procured the bagged from Elysia before turning away to leave. Only steps into his exit did Orion glance over his shoulder and provided a final wave of farewell. Once the goodbyes were completed, the police officer weaved through the crowd, steel-blue eyes searching for his wheelchair-bound mother and aunt. Somewhere amidst the crowd they were enjoying themselves, hushed whispers shared. Unknown to Orion, they giddily chatted about how the dark-haired boy wandered off with the gorgeous ginger from high school. Thoughts of a possible girlfriend left them elated, mostly because Orion never dated. Home circumstances and the aftermath of the traumatic incident involving his father simply made things difficult. However, now his mother was healed, his father incarcerated and his life organized, which manifested hope.
Eventually, the strawberry ice cream was finished alongside the waffle cone, which heralded the end of his interaction with Elysia. The RCMP officer was planning on attending the festivities with his mother and aunt, which meant searching them out. When the ginger walked behind the counter to grab his blueberry muffin and place it in a small, paper bag, Orion fished the coupon from his pocket and provided what was needed to pay for the treat. A tiny smile graced his lips when Elysia stated it was good seeing him.
"It was good seeing you too and I am sure I will," he responded in a surprisingly friendly manner. "Anyways, better go find my mom and aunt. See you around."
Carefully, the human procured the bagged from Elysia before turning away to leave. Only steps into his exit did Orion glance over his shoulder and provided a final wave of farewell. Once the goodbyes were completed, the police officer weaved through the crowd, steel-blue eyes searching for his wheelchair-bound mother and aunt. Somewhere amidst the crowd they were enjoying themselves, hushed whispers shared. Unknown to Orion, they giddily chatted about how the dark-haired boy wandered off with the gorgeous ginger from high school. Thoughts of a possible girlfriend left them elated, mostly because Orion never dated. Home circumstances and the aftermath of the traumatic incident involving his father simply made things difficult. However, now his mother was healed, his father incarcerated and his life organized, which manifested hope.
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