thornedbeauty·:
**if the brief flicker of a story that was the runaway fuck-up of alyssa and james was a film, then they’d almost certainly be american. that was something the brash female had already realised in her mind, bored tone had spoken out. they’d maybe get a hollywood ending, crap and corny, and the end wouldn’t be a bullethole that she was confident ended in tragedy.
that was the last she remembered. her outburst of emotion was unusual to say the least, from the girl who normally projected nonchalant uncaring and a carefree attitude, internalising every damn thought or emotion that dared to brew up in her mind. she’d watched james give himself up, watched the bullet fly, then she awoke here- cedar grove, maine. ha! the bitter irony of it being america where she landed up, after the gritty british conclusion to their tale.
in some ways it was a respite from everything. no more slimy gross ass of a step-father, no mother striving for perfection in both her and her daughter, neglectful. no running from anyone except her own self…it was decent to an extent, almost what she’d wanted when she ran away, but one core link was missing. who she actually cared for. james.
meandering through the callous places of the town, there was an empty hollowness around, dulled expression filling her features. occasional snarked comment made to people, there was normally no shortage of quipped observations and annoyance within her. a pause, she caught sight of a more than familiar visage- holy shit! a man that looked thinner than he was, an unmistakable crop of tousled locks. humoured comment or surprise emotional downpour, two choices ticked across the clock for her to decide, catching his eyes clear.
“well, shit. looks like i can take off my mourning clothes”.
familiarity of a red hoodie hanging round her figure, she only meant her words as a figure of speech.
“so, are you going to stand there gormless? or explain.” cause fuck, i’ve missed you. i’ve been abandoned enough without losing you also. deflecting away her feelings, as per the norm.
james blinked at her several times, trying to understand what she was talking about. long story short, not many people would remember being shot. having found it to be a painful memory, it was easy for his mind to just completely ignore the fact that it had happened. he felt sadness when she asked him to explain something, but he was unsure of what he had to explain to her. “ oh, alyssa. hello. is something the matter ? “
