(okay. I guess this turned into a 1x1 as no-one else wanted an input)
| Dan Humphries | 5;10 pm | Katie's lover |
I feel happy when I am around Katie- she comforts me. I love it when her warm hands touch my cold hands, and her gentle hands against my scruffy scarred and rough hands. As we approach the house I ask Katie " I wonder if anyone else will be here- unless we are too late." I thought about this for a while before abruptly stopping and franticly going through my bag's contents. 'clothes, glasses case, contacts, tooth brush etc...' "Ahah!" I say out loud- meaning to only think it. Anyway I found my pictures of Trish. I got a beautiful shot of her lying in the sun at the park, her beautiful brushed coat shining in the sunlight. I stuff everything back in and just look at her. I go to the next shot. Of Trish and my mum. I weakly smiled and a tear runs down my cheek. I run to catch up with Katie and I grab her hand again. I go yet again to the last shot. It is the best shot I had ever taken in my life. It had mum, dad, Jace and Trish. It is painful to think about my history, but without my shots, I would forget mum and Trish. These 3 photos mean the world to me. Without them, I wouldn't want to live life any longer. They keep my spirits high at the worst of moments. Thinking of this I stand straight- take a deep breath and I calm myself down- an old trick my mum taught me. I grinned at Katie and I gave her a hug- mainly to my own benefit. While I was hugging her I stroked her hair- like I would Trish and I whispered into her ear "I love you, Katie, you mean the world to me."
(Why the hell is it so long!?!)
