- Messages
- 4,055
- Sexual Orientation
- Heterosexual
- Wand
- Spanish Cedar 14" Core of Werewolf fur and Phoenix feather.
- Age
- 2/2009
Abbey was in an awful mood, she had embarassed herself beyond belief in front of Theodore, who was the only person she actually cared what their thoughts of her were. She had also found out that he only wanted her around so he wasn't bored, not because he felt the same way she did, or that's what she had taken from his words. Maybe, just maybe, Gossip Girl was right about Theodore and the goths. Maybe he fancied one of the other girls that she disliked so very much. What would happen if he and one of them started dating?
All of this was in her mind as she jogged on the Lake Side as she often did when she had to work things out in her mind. Tears formed in her violet eyes, but she insisted that it was only because of her speed and the wind, as it was quite windy today. She didn't want to be pushed to the side by Theodore, but it seemed that there was only so much affection she could show to him without getting it returned. It hit her heartstrings and made her sick when it wasn't reciprocated. It wasn't the first time, and even though she didn't think it would be the last it hurt. The last person she had truly cared for and loved was her sister and Mrs. Cajou, they both left her. Mrs. Cajou through death, and Asher she just left her out to die, and she had told Theodore absolutely everything. Maybe I should just be cold and distant, that would work, I could do that, she mused, really not wanting to be hurt again, not wanting to be abandoned after she showed even the first signs of love for another. It seemed like the only way, perhaps it was the only way.
All of this was in her mind as she jogged on the Lake Side as she often did when she had to work things out in her mind. Tears formed in her violet eyes, but she insisted that it was only because of her speed and the wind, as it was quite windy today. She didn't want to be pushed to the side by Theodore, but it seemed that there was only so much affection she could show to him without getting it returned. It hit her heartstrings and made her sick when it wasn't reciprocated. It wasn't the first time, and even though she didn't think it would be the last it hurt. The last person she had truly cared for and loved was her sister and Mrs. Cajou, they both left her. Mrs. Cajou through death, and Asher she just left her out to die, and she had told Theodore absolutely everything. Maybe I should just be cold and distant, that would work, I could do that, she mused, really not wanting to be hurt again, not wanting to be abandoned after she showed even the first signs of love for another. It seemed like the only way, perhaps it was the only way.