by ButterflyHandcuff » Sat Nov 27, 2010 10:31 am
Rory sighed as she walked through the cold forest, her arms wrapped around herself to keep warm. Her jacket was unsifficent for the type of weather the camp was having, snowy and windy. Rory wasnt sure why she came out into the forest, maybe just to be alone. Whatever the reason, she was now regretting it. For a few hours now she had been trying to find her way back, but failed misreablely.
September won't you bring me some rain again?
This sun is melting my skin,
And I would give you anything to feel something else
September falls away 'till I'm broken, I just hate the sound.
And I can feel the water changing me, it's changing me for good.
Bite down, hard. Bite down.