#doloresh

[luckhissoul]

he straightens himself as he walks towards the front door. adjusting the jacket he's wearing, making sure his hair is still pushed back. he nicked himself while shaving this morning, he's got that spot on the side of his neck. it's a funny feeling, being a little nervous. since getting back he hasn't contacted anyone. well, his parents, of course. sitting there with them felt strange, like he was outside of himself. different world. he wasn't trying to reach into the past or anything. now that would have been something ridiculous, wouldn't it? he was good on his feet, running on ahead and forgetting. but here he is knocking at her door.

well, he hopes it's her door. they haven't seen each other since they were kids. but after some digging he had come up with this place. maybe she was still here. maybe she wasn't. he almost considers just walking away. other worlds. things like this hardly mattered much anyways. what exactly was he reaching for anyways? standing there he's starting to feel a little pathetic. but then the door opens. and he smiles. "well, here's me hoping you haven't forgotten me." what a greeting. he has to laugh a little at it himself. but he hadn't forgotten her. standing here on her doorstep he's sure that goes without saying. - @doloresh

[luckhissoul]

laying back on the ground he stares up at the ceiling. well, what's left of it. this place had been abandoned for some time, he thinks. there's dust everywhere, the roof's caving in, and most of the furniture is broken. he doesn't know the story behind it. there has to be one. every place like this had a story. he liked hearing stories, especially old ones. about the war or some notorious criminal who nearly burned down the whole bloody country. stories were good. and one day, he thinks, that he'll make one. maybe it could start here, in this abandoned building. where he keeps a shoebox of stuff, random things from his friends back home. back home, well, the farm and that life were a million miles away. and he doesn't miss it, he swears he doesn't. he had just thought that this place would've been more exciting than it had been. in the same shoe box he's got that pack of cigarettes he bummed off that guy that works at the liquor store. he was easy to trick. you just had to play your game right.

propping himself up on his elbow he reaches for the box now, his eyes drifting off to dolores and whatever it is that's she's gotten into. "do you think anyone lived here before?" - @doloresh