07-09-2017, 04:05 AM
[align=center][div style="width:490px; text-align:justify; font-size:10pt; line-height:110%;"]in the weeks since he'd left, scout had gone through a series of emotions in regard to milo's abrupt disappearance. at first, she didn't care, as it would give her the leg up in academics, as he was her biggest competition, but her feelings of disregard soon turned into boredom, and then into a sort of lonely longing for him to return. she would never admit this thought, and it was doubtful she even knew the full extent of her feelings, or whatever it was that caused her to leave on this estranged solo quest to find him. scout decided not to think about the reasons she left, even though they were obviously clear, or even the reasons he left, which was something she was hoping had nothing to do with her, instead, she focused on what she'd say when the redhead finally met him again. he was insufferable, he always had been, since the day she met him, she wanted to hate milo, she really did, but it was impossible, with his fluffy hair and the smug smile that countered his soft eyes...scout hated it.
the snow was falling slower now, and in soft flakes that made her pale skin rosy trying to stay warm. she didn't exactly know where she was going, but she knew he was here somewhere, that was a terrible way to start a search. scout had taken her time with her search, as she kept pondering exactly where she was. "milo !" she called, as loud as her parched cold voice could muster, which was wasn't very loud at all. in a dream scenario, milo would appear from behind a tree and he'd take her back to whatever warm place he was staying she scout could finally get some sleep or some food, but that was the dream and hardly what she expected to happen. the snow continued to fall, and for a minute she imagined she was trapped in a novel about a princess in a snowy paradise, searching for her prince. then scout realized that that would make milo the prince, and he was far from that in her mind...or was he
the snow was falling slower now, and in soft flakes that made her pale skin rosy trying to stay warm. she didn't exactly know where she was going, but she knew he was here somewhere, that was a terrible way to start a search. scout had taken her time with her search, as she kept pondering exactly where she was. "milo !" she called, as loud as her parched cold voice could muster, which was wasn't very loud at all. in a dream scenario, milo would appear from behind a tree and he'd take her back to whatever warm place he was staying she scout could finally get some sleep or some food, but that was the dream and hardly what she expected to happen. the snow continued to fall, and for a minute she imagined she was trapped in a novel about a princess in a snowy paradise, searching for her prince. then scout realized that that would make milo the prince, and he was far from that in her mind...or was he
[align=center]but there was no sound
there was only me and my disgrace
as part of bearbones, you have been vored
there was only me and my disgrace
as part of bearbones, you have been vored