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Post by harlow on Dec 26, 2012 19:47:05 GMT -7
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Most people were inside at their houses at this point of the day. Over the last two nights snow had fallen to the ground in great amounts. Every few hours the falls would stop, only to continue once again. At this point, the snow had just stopped no more than thirty minutes ago. There were no signs of tracks laid down on the snow until she took her first steps where she stopped for a moment to watch as her feet got buried into a layer of snow. At least today she was wearing something other than canvas shoes.
Christmas had past, not that the day in itself had been all too significant for her. She celebrated it once upon a time after she got out of the orphanage but other than that it had never meant anything to her. So all she did was cook a regular meal and enjoy the Christmas themed movies that scrolled by on her television as she enjoyed the thought of having a stern day off. A lot of the time she worked on call and that had been the one day of the year she was justified to have complete silence.
Now she found herself wandering through the park, mostly out of curiosity. News had casted that snow had hit as south as Texas this year and this part of Alberta had quite the layering of snow itself. Certain areas of the park had been a place where the plows dumped off their snow from the trails, thus a good five feet stacked into snow. The path could be nothing more than an inch or two of snow, but since it was still so fresh it seemed like a lot, especially with its surroundings living up to the space.
Harlow's eyes looked up from her feet and the rest of the park and her feet carried her forward. She didn't really know where she was going but rather felt the need to get out of the house and into the fresh air. With the snow building up against her house it felt like she was locked up in some ice castle. Just because there was a chill in the air didn't mean that she should stay inside doing absolutely nothing until she was told to do otherwise or driven out of the house by the lack of food in her cupboards.
Now here she was, wandering through the snow. It was weird because normally she only went somewhere for some sort of purpose but for once she actually allowed herself to wander the streets, or rather the paths. There was a serenity in the few people she actually saw wandering about and it was a beautiful sight for her as all the hectic feelings she used to have pent up had drained away from her in the last few months. Maybe she could finally say she was at peace.
NOTES: harlow needs more love in her life | WORDS: 489 | TAGGED: currently unclaimed [/style] |
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Post by mirela juliana luan on Apr 21, 2013 22:07:29 GMT -7
 HOW THE MIGHTY FALL the past few days had slipped past mirela in a blur. most of the time, she stayed in her apartment - off campus, and away from her parents, so it was just the right amount of privacy - but since the holidays had rolled around, her parents had required her to come back home. just for a little while, they'd said, but mirela hadn't missed that look on her mother's face. it was the look anita tried to use when she wanted to guilt trip mirela into coming back home. the look she used when she gave mir a once-over and asked, so, what have you been eating recently? air?
as if mirela didn't feel bad enough about everything; as if she hadn't already felt an immense amount of guilt when her mother had told her she was putting the family through emotional turmoil. that sort of thing never escaped mirela's attention, and so she tried to spend as little time at home as possible. she didn't need her mother's accusing looks. she didn't need her fathers gentle gaze, either - the way he tiptoed around her nowadays, as if he thought the slightest word could tip her off of the narrow road to recovery.
maybe he was right. maybe he just hadn't said the thing yet. but every time he gave her that tentative smile and murmured je shume e bukur (you are beautiful) to her, she felt her heart break a little more. she wasn't sure what killed her more - her mother's guilt-trips or her father's unfaltering love for her.
at any rate, the holidays had passed brutally slow - but as she made her way through the park late that night and she looked back on it, she remembered very little (maybe it was because of the champagne, or whatever). despite her mother's incessant, ridiculous amount of nagging, there were good things she could pick out in the haze - letting little kaltrina braid her hair every which way, the new cell phone her parents had bought her - and it was a shame that she couldn't remember all of it.
it was the conflict that had driven mirela out of the house this time, though. no amount of kaltrina's mir, please don't go this time could have held her back from storming out into the late night, leaving her little sister in the wake of her argument. now that she'd walked all the way to the park, though, she was regretting not having taken her car - she was starting to become more cold than angry, and she wasn't really sure how she was supposed to get back. she hadn't been in caroline for more than a week at least; what was she thinking, walking out like that?
there was no way she was going to call her father, though. not after that fiasco. sighing a little, mirela tugged her coat tighter around her slender frame and glanced around - and was utterly relieved when she saw someone else.
"ah, hello?" she called, a little tentatively. "i am - well, i am not really lost, but - well, okay, i am a little lost." she blushed a bit, rubbing the back of her neck and looking at the other girl shyly. mirela tried to keep her tone from turning nervous - even though she was nervous, she knew that when she got worked up it was harder to understand through the accent. clearing her throat, she gave a bright smile. "i haven't lived here very long just yet, you see, so..." tagged: harlow!
words: 596
notes: hope you don't mind me snagging this!
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Post by harlow on Apr 22, 2013 12:17:46 GMT -7
love before glory
For now, being alone was the only thing that felt right anymore. No matter who she saw or ran into there never seemed to be enough impact for them to stick around together. Harlow had been in Caroline for almost three years now and even then she couldn't say that she had went out of her way to make any friends. The only time she really talked to people was when she was working or else whenever she had some sort of awkward, clumsy situation where she would fall on someone or run into them while tears filled her eyes. It was almost like a system. But now, here she was at the park alone, and that loneliness was all she had ever had proven to be right.
That's why it surprised her once she thought about all of this and that there was a voice that perked up near her. She hadn't expected to see anyone out here, not during the holidays, and especially not while it was so cold. Because Harlow had been one to live her life in constant paranoia, her eyes, if not her entire body jumped and found itself to face the voice. Her heart beat started to calm down when she focused on the figure and releasing that there was nothing seemingly threatening about her at all. Even as she continued to speak, Harlow allowed herself to calm down completely. "You're just over reacting, it's all good, just calm down."
Although at first she felt more comfortable sitting down, she decided to stand up and be at an even ground with the girl. "Uhh..." she started to say not completely sure of what to do with herself in this situation. For some reason she could see her own self a few years ago in this girls skin and it got to her. A sweet smile came across her face and she took in a breath. "I understand," She spoke, her eyes sincere to the entire situation.
"Where is it that you need to go exactly?" If anything, Harlow could probably take this girl to where ever she needed to go, no issue. Caroline is such a small town that Harlow had been able to even figure it out easy enough. "It's like my good deed of the day," she told herself as she walked a little closer to the girl.
NOTES: <3 four months later, i heart you | TAGGED: mir |
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