Marcey
Marcey waited for Shrade to catch up to her, as they started off toward town. "You probably think I am a total freak. I wouldn't blame you." She laughed to herself. She was embarrassed, practically in her bra in front of him, in the middle of the day, in public. "Here I am, standing practically in my bra, in the middle of the day, in public, and in front of YOU- not that being in my bra in front of you would be weird, but you know, time and place." She laughed awkwardly, taking in how wrong it sounded. They rounded the corner and found themselves in the middle of town. "I swear these kind of things make more sense in my head." She stopped and stared at a little old building to their left.
Her face lit up, "I want to show you something before we leave." She stepped into the nearest store, heading straight for the women's section. She picked up a forest green v-neck shirt, and sat it on the counter for check out. With due payment, she stepped out of the store, threw the shirt on, and slipped the piece of fabric off from around her torso.
"I am the most clumsy person ever. Just so you know." She smiled at him and his smile made her feel all fussy inside. "Okay, are you ready?" Her face lit up, as she grabbed his hand and ran into the old building on the corner. As soon as they opened the door, they were greeted by silence. The art museum was peaceful. She turned to see how Shrade would react.
"Are you okay? You act like you have never been in a town before. I found this place on my first run here." She walked through the building, unaware of her lack of releasing his hand. She pointed to a painting, a woman hunched over into a corner, the charcoal walls, seemed 3D, as if they were truly holding her still. "Don't you see? She has lost all faith, her back is against the wall. But this wall bends around her, rapping her in it's embrace, as if to say 'You can rely on me, I won't let you fall'." She stared at the artwork.
She spun around quickly, noticing that she was still holding his hand. "Oh, uh sorry." She smiled awkwardly, and asked something that had been long on her mind. "Do you still have my journal? It's okay if you do, I was just wondering." She felt uncomfortable, as if admitting that it held so much potential to her. "I am hungry, do you wanna stop at a cafe before we head back?" She smiled.
As they left the art museum, Marcey stopped. "You know what? Keep it- the journal. I trust you.. I guess I could say..you're my wall."
Marcey waited for Shrade to catch up to her, as they started off toward town. "You probably think I am a total freak. I wouldn't blame you." She laughed to herself. She was embarrassed, practically in her bra in front of him, in the middle of the day, in public. "Here I am, standing practically in my bra, in the middle of the day, in public, and in front of YOU- not that being in my bra in front of you would be weird, but you know, time and place." She laughed awkwardly, taking in how wrong it sounded. They rounded the corner and found themselves in the middle of town. "I swear these kind of things make more sense in my head." She stopped and stared at a little old building to their left.
Her face lit up, "I want to show you something before we leave." She stepped into the nearest store, heading straight for the women's section. She picked up a forest green v-neck shirt, and sat it on the counter for check out. With due payment, she stepped out of the store, threw the shirt on, and slipped the piece of fabric off from around her torso.
"I am the most clumsy person ever. Just so you know." She smiled at him and his smile made her feel all fussy inside. "Okay, are you ready?" Her face lit up, as she grabbed his hand and ran into the old building on the corner. As soon as they opened the door, they were greeted by silence. The art museum was peaceful. She turned to see how Shrade would react.
"Are you okay? You act like you have never been in a town before. I found this place on my first run here." She walked through the building, unaware of her lack of releasing his hand. She pointed to a painting, a woman hunched over into a corner, the charcoal walls, seemed 3D, as if they were truly holding her still. "Don't you see? She has lost all faith, her back is against the wall. But this wall bends around her, rapping her in it's embrace, as if to say 'You can rely on me, I won't let you fall'." She stared at the artwork.
She spun around quickly, noticing that she was still holding his hand. "Oh, uh sorry." She smiled awkwardly, and asked something that had been long on her mind. "Do you still have my journal? It's okay if you do, I was just wondering." She felt uncomfortable, as if admitting that it held so much potential to her. "I am hungry, do you wanna stop at a cafe before we head back?" She smiled.
As they left the art museum, Marcey stopped. "You know what? Keep it- the journal. I trust you.. I guess I could say..you're my wall."