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An Unspoken Understanding -- It’s been a really long time. I can’t remember the last time our eyes met and I was happy. I know I force a smile and do my best to appear content, but that is the farthest from the truth. It is the way your eyes always look sad, the scratches on your face, and the way you avoid eye-contact that speaks the loudest. You’re unhappy and there is absolutely nothing I can do about it, no matter how much I try. I stand there, wondering what changes I could make to aid in this struggle for the next rung of happiness. I find myself planted in the same spot for minutes at a time, just thinking. What can

Silence. It lingered in the air for a good while, as they all stared back and forth, unaware of who should speak first. Personally though, I remember seeing my father open his mouth and shut it again when my mother touched his hand. I remember the look on my little brother's face when he heard the news. Thankfully though, when the clock rang out its metallic tune the silence was broken and everyone felt as though it was time to get the conversation started. "When did you know?" I had always known, always. No doubt had rushed through my mind in the least. It wasn't exactly something the rest of the family hadn't seen. They all knew it, but i

The sound of serene silence was broken by a loud knock on the door. Though of course the only thing that would follow that kind of noise at three in the morning was a drunken giggle. A sigh left the young girls lips as she slowly pulled her slim frame from the bed and walked sleepily to the door of her apartment. Once the door was opened light cast upon her tiny frame. Her milky white complexion shone brightly against her natural black hair which was mildly messed up from tossing in her sleep. Though, once her half lidded eyes caught the look on her best friends face she slowly extended a hand as the light gleam of frustration was wiped

And there it was, in plain view. Everyone could see it, but half of them didn’t want to believe it. Her lips on his. His lips on hers. Oh sweetie, it takes two to tango. “Christina!” A male’s voice screamed, well, slurred, as he stood up, chasing after the girl that was rushing away. He pretty much ignored the squeals of protest from the little whore that was just straddling his lap. And even in his drunken state he seemed to notice what he had done was wrong, now if he would remember it in the morning that was another story. “Go away.” She muttered, tears slipping down her face. Her sober face. She’d defi

The tree looked beautiful as ever. Decked out in different colored lights and ornaments hanging from the limbs. No tinsle though, the cat might swallow that. It looked just like it always had. It was always beautiful at his house this time of the year. People gathered about. Everyone was in a good mood. For the first time in a long time. Not many people drank, simply because they wanted to remember the night. “Can I have your attention?” One of the guests, or actually, it seemed as if this was the host, asked defiantly, and not too long after the crowd settled and fell silent. “Thank you.” He said softly, brushing his da

Her eyes stared into the mirror, two hallow blue orbs peering into the endless nothingness that was her own eyes. She bit down hard on her pale lip, her hands touching the soft white fabric that covered her hips and whole body. She let a faint smile show through as she let tears fall, streaks of salty liquid staining her pale cheeks. “Terra?” A voice called from behind her and she looked up from her own eyes in the mirror to see her best friend standing behind her, her hand hovering inches from her shoulder. “What’s going on sweetie?” Her tanned hand finally came in contact with her friends cold white skin. “Loo

“I CANT BELIEVE YOU!” He screamed, looking at his wife as she moved swiftly about the kitchen, trying to hide the tears in her eyes. She did this anytime she was upset, starting to obsessively clean. No matter if the kitchen was clean or dirty. “I didn’t do anything Rod.” She said calmly. This fight was pointless. They always fought about money. It was the only thing they fought about these days. She chewed on her bottom lip and the inside of her cheek, a nervous habit. “YOU…” He trailed off, muttering a little to himself. He looked up to see his wife had stopped moving. She stared at him, her hands o