"Achilles, write me a story."
seen @ 2:35 AM
"Layla, go to sleep. You ask for odd shit when you don't sleep."
seen @ 2:47 AM
"Judging by how long it took to reply i am going to infer that you actually tried to write me a story."
seen @ 2:48 AM
"... So what if I did?"
seen @ 2:49 AM
"Send it to me, pretty please?"
seen @ 2:50 AM
"Fine, but it's not gonna be fucking perfect okay? Dear God, I hate you for this."
seen @ 2:52 AM
"Woman up and send it to me already."
seen @ 2:58
"Okay, here it is. Last year, I was cold. January blew my bones dry, and every time I took a step I felt my heart rattling around my ribs. Then, there was a girl. The story doesn't start with her though, it starts with me nearly freezing to death, it starts with a boy. When I was with him, every kiss made me feel empty. He called me a heart breaker, how he had loved me for so long, how he always will. He suffocated me. and during the hottest summer of the year, I was suffering from hypothermia because every time I talked to him, I was being pulled deeper and deeper into a sub zero lake. This is where she comes in. She is warm. She's like the sun. At first, I didn't realize she was the one pulling me out of that lake, she sat me down by a fire and kissed me until I could feel my fingers again. This year is almost up, and the only way I want to end it is being with her. She keeps me happy, she keeps me warm."
seen @ 3:05 AM
"I don't know... I think that's actually kind of perfect."
seen @ 3:10 AM
"Yeah, yeah, yeah, go to sleep kid."
delivered @ 3:11 AM
YOU ARE READING
I Talk, You Listen
Teen FictionIn which a teenage girl, who wears jean jackets, gives advice to people whose lives have gone to shit. (Writing style often alternates from text to third and first person.) Written purely for my amusement
