Dark Writer

She remained silent… just turned away and kept on walking… she began to hum… such a soothing music… the tone was truly relaxing… I found the grater enjoyment. The song that she was humming was relatively familiar. She spoke as we got closer to the bar “I did not really think of you as the strong silent type.” “strong and silent are the worst words to describe me.”                 I opened the door for her she as she entered loud blasting music, filled my ears… at the bar I saw Char talking to Danny… and Ice was sitting off on her own… Approaching her was Jen. This… is going to be one hell of a night… Char looked at me… so Danny did as well. I walked over to the bar and the 2 of them walked over to us as we sat down. Char then spoke… “Maybe you two want the private room upstairs… we… we will join you in a few…” “I don’t think I can pay for a private room right now…” then Danny chipped in “I’ll pay for us...

“I don’t want to be called Ally! Only Sander calls me Ally!” I stepped out from the shadows “Ally, I’m here for you” her eyes were full of shock                 My blood chilled as I stood there looking at her… sitting on the edge of the bridge, basically on the edge of  no return… it was so hard to see her like that. I knew for a fact that we only had a few hours of time together.  It was not something. I was expecting… but even after a few hours for our time… I already felt like I loved her for my whole life… it was extremely new for me… I knew for a fact that she was different… But honestly… I wish I could just run away. I wish that I could do away with whatever I was feeling… but I still felt like I was desperate. Desperate for everything… the emotions that she made me feel… the fact that someone in the world knew how I felt was something that was so amazing to me so I wanted to keep that feel...