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Post by Breeze Under on Dec 9, 2014 20:21:32 GMT
What was the big deal about turning eighteen? Breeze didn't understand what the big deal was. It was just like her seventeenth birthday which she spent alone in a hospital. The only difference was now she was really alone there were no people around.
Why she went back to district four she had no idea. Something was calling her there. She remembered when she was little and she ran down the beach with Sky. That was back when things were simpler. She was too busy thinking that she hardly noticed the person she ran into until she ran into him. "Sor-Airron?"
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Post by Airron Tide on Dec 10, 2014 14:55:02 GMT
Home was the only place he could dream to be, even if it was the exact opposite of that. It was the realm of his nightmares, where all this trouble began. Back when he was merely a kid this place was shaded by darkness. Death, loss, and misery. He filled the void with women at the ripe age of fifteen. From taking jabs at his female friends to his best pal's girlfriend, he had gone on a mean streak of ravaging girls. Until he'd settled down with one of his best friend's, Breeze. It was great while it lasted, Airron was thriving and just getting back to being himself- but then war struck. There was a revolution in Four and he, along with Josh and Field, stayed back while their women went to Thirteen for safety. Field fled the scene, then Josh, and Airron was left alone to fight. Eventually he snuck out of the main battle and took off to the "safe" District. It was along the way that he'd lost use of his legs, coming into Thirteen on crutches and then swapped to a wheelchair. Weeks after being back, he'd crawled into that same state of depression and lost himself. Breeze wasn't as excited as he wanted her to be, and he was constantly fighting himself with his legs. So he dumped her and went in for surgery.
With fresh legs came fresh women, and the moment he was sturdy on his feet, he was in bed with Lydia. Whilst still involved with her, he headed out to Seven and made out with Alice after saving her life. Then, with a not so shocking turn of events, he found himself dry humping a little blonde named Marina by the train tracks of Four. Though, when he returned to Thirteen, Airron found himself more ashamed to tell Alice about what happened in his home District rather than his actual girlfriend. He'd avoided talking to Lydia for a while, deciding to spend time with his new love interest and feel her out to see if it would even work. When the time came to speak to his girlfriend, her reaction was not what he had expected- she shot herself and he just left her there. What was he supposed to do?
A year later, he found himself in the same predicament, though this time he felt more than guilty. See, Alice is different. He loved her, deep down and everyone knew it. He didn't feel this bad leaving Breeze, or while watching Lydia drop to the floor- no. This was different. He could barely manage letting her go, and had been in a spiraling depression ever since that day. It was a mistake, he didn't ever intend on cheating, but it happened and he didn't blame Alice for how she reacted.
He just didn't think he'd miss her this much. So much so that he'd let himself go. He looked like crap and he knew it, felt it. Brielle had managed to get some food in him and force him into the shower so he was at least nourished and cleansed, but nothing could patch up the rotting feeling in his chest. So, he had retreated to Four despite the horride memories this place held and the fact it was war torn. Marching down the streets with his hair tucked behind his ears and hands shoved in the pockets of his denim jeans, he depended on his plaid flannel to keep him warm. Twenty years old and pouting like a baby, he kept his head down, knowing that the dark rims under his eyes and chapped lips would draw attention to himself.
Airron should have known this would happen though- him running into someone. What he didn't excpect was her. God, why her? Stumbling back some as her voice rushed his ears, he slowly raised his gaze to meet her face, a slow and unsure smile warping his sorrowful mask.
"Breeze," his voice was gruff, scratchy from not being used for days on end. Fingers yanked from his pockets and brushing through his hair- which was slowly getting back to its glory, he sent his gaze back to his feet. Ashamed.
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Post by Breeze Under on Dec 10, 2014 18:55:18 GMT
"Try not look too excited to see me, Airron," Breeze teased. She was far from over with their relationship and he was moved on too. She liked the life she was living until it left her friendless. She smiled at Airron. "You act like I'm gonna kill you just for looking at me," breeze said.
She found that funny well considering she was normally the one left hurt in the woods. Her younger self got hurt a lot in the woods. She smiled at Airron.
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Post by Airron Tide on Dec 11, 2014 1:27:39 GMT
"Sorry," he mumbled, eyes still sternly kept on the ground as he scratched at his scalp. It was by no means her that was putting him off, Breeze and him had already patched up their relationship as people, even if they hadn't quite managed to be friends yet. The simple fact was she wasn't there for him and he wasn't there for her, things had just gotten complicated and they grew apart. That could change, right? They could mend whatever this was and just go back to that friendship before he'd lost himself- or at least try to. He was more than willing. Airron needed everyone he could get before he did something he'd regret.
As she continued on, the man found his hazel eyes slowly crawling back up to meet hers, a more genuine smile playing on his lips as she teased. It was weird, the feeling of a minuscule grin on his lips. He was still unused to it, for which it didn't last long. His face fell back into a worried expression, hands fiddling at his sides as he finally left his hair alone. Trying so desperately to not show how hurt he really was, he attempted to joke back, "You know you couldn't kill me if you tried." It was meant to be a joke, but his tone didn't carry the humor. His shameful glare didn't give off the light they once did.
Airron was really broken this time around, and he didn't see how he could fix it.
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Post by Breeze Under on Dec 11, 2014 20:35:15 GMT
Breeze pursed her lips and put her hand sympathetically on Airron's shoulder. "Hey, what's wrong?" Breeze asked. Breeze was honestly a very sympathetic person once she went through her phase of hating the world. She just smiled a little at him. She knew he wasn't upset because of her. If he was he would've probably just left. This was different.
Breeze didn't care about getting in his pants. It wasn't like she had sex with ever guy she saw. She for sure didn't want to be having sex with Airron. She didn't know what else to say but the life in Airron's eyes were gone. Something breeze had never seen lost from him.
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Post by Airron Tide on Dec 12, 2014 11:24:45 GMT
An attempted gulp got stuck in his throat, clogging the passageway for air as her fingers gave his shoulder a soft squeeze, her palm resting against his collar bone. Once upon a time, touch was one of his favorite things, something he was eager to have. Now he just shied away from, finding it intrusive and aching. Well, normally he would have, but with Breeze he didn't bother to. She had determination, she just take one step forward the moment he took one back.
So with a sigh, he raised his own hand and cupped hers, something so reassuringly friendly holding the dimming light in his eyes. The hold wasn't meant to come off anyway other than that, as a notion between pals- not lovers. His gaze locked on hers, he tried to find the words to say, but only able to speak a few as he rested his head on their bundle of hands, really needing the comfort. His voice sounded as though it had been shredded by the claws of a feral cat- torn and weak, clearly trying to hold in the tears pooling in his eyes from spilling over as he explained vaguely, "I messed up, Breeze, real bad."
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Post by Breeze Under on Dec 13, 2014 1:02:38 GMT
"what happened?" Breeze asked sympathetically. She looked at Airron. Something was realty upsetting him and Breeze wanted to help. She handy been the nicest person these past couple of years. This was her time to make it up. It had been a lonely two Years and Breeze couldn't stand it.
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