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Post by Amri Dukhkin' on May 26, 2012 2:47:01 GMT -5
This was not a good day. It wasn’t that Amri had gotten in a fight with someone or failed a class or even just woke up on the wrong side of the bed, it was bad because of one singular reason that shouldn’t have bothered him. It was the kind of thing a normal person would just toss aside as if it were nothing. But its unexpectedness was what really hit him, and the fact that it could still hit him this hard damaged his pride, but not as much as it damaged his heart.
He had just been going through his closet, looking for something to wear, when he found a shirt that definitely wasn’t his. First he’d thought that maybe it was his sister’s, but then the overwhelming smell of coconut and cucumber had hit him. If he closed his eyes, it was like she was right behind him, ready to wrap her arms around him and cover his eyes as she stood on her tip toes. And so he’d kept his eyes closed for some time. But when he opened them again, all he was holding was a blue t-shirt. He remembered when she’d gotten it, she said she’d gotten it to match his eyes, and then she’d left it behind. She’d just tossed it aside…just like him.
And that wasn’t the only thing he’d found again. Searching through his drawers, he found a little black velvet box. He couldn’t bring himself to open it, but he knew what it was, and it was in his breast pocket right now. It felt like it was beating against his chest, making up for the heartbeat he should’ve been feeling there. He remembered planning what he was going to say so carefully, even though he knew he would forget it all and just go with whatever came in the moment. But that moment was cut short, so he couldn’t even go back to remember it and savor it. It was just a dead thing in his pocket.
He didn’t sing often. It didn’t seem like a natural thing for him to do, but as he played his guitar, the words just slipped out of his mouth in his clear voice.
“I've heard there was a secret chord
That David played, and it pleased the Lord
But you don't really care for music, do you?
It goes like this
The fourth, the fifth
The minor fall, the major lift
The baffled king composing Hallelujah
Hallelujah, Hallelujah
Hallelujah, Hallelujah
Your faith was strong but you needed proof
You saw her bathing on the roof
Her beauty
in the moonlight
overthrew you
She tied you
To a kitchen chair
She broke your throne,
she cut your hair
And from your lips she drew the Hallelujah
Hallelujah, Hallelujah
Hallelujah, Hallelujah
Maybe I've been here before
I know this room, I've walked this floor
I used to live alone before I knew you
I've seen your flag on the marble arch
love is not a victory march
It's a cold and it's a broken hallelujah
Hallelujah, Hallelujah
Hallelujah, Hallelujah
There was a time you'd let me know
What's real and going on below
But now you never show it to me do you?
Remember when I moved in you?
The holy dark was moving too
And every breath we drew was hallelujah
Hallelujah, Hallelujah
Hallelujah, Hallelujah
Maybe there's a God above
And all I ever learned from love
Was how to shoot at someone who outdrew you
It's not a cry you can hear at night
It's not somebody who's seen the light
It's a cold and it's a broken hallelujah
Hallelujah, Hallelujah
Hallelujah, Hallelujah
Hallelujah, Hallelujah
Hallelujah, Hallelujah…”
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Post by Joseph "Joey" Montgomery on Jun 9, 2012 15:25:29 GMT -5
Joey couldn't wait. Today was the day he was officially at the school and he could find Amri. That guy better be happy to see him. Its been years in France and even thought they talked they didn't get to a lot. Hopefully he has gotten better in his life, done something with Yuilya and gotten away from their parents. He knew it and wished he could help. He offered a ton of times to help fund him some money for them to get out but he always refused. To Proud. He wanted his perfect life with a girl who wasn't coming back. This is why he liked guys more. Girls were just pains in the neck who had to many emotions.
HE found him in about ten minutes. Just had to ask the nearest girl, but found him with a red hand mark on his face to 'deliver' to Amri. of course he was in some empty classroom, singing his little dead heart away. Still same ol' Love struck Amri. He wanted for him to finish before clapping his hands loudly and shaking his head "You Know, Its sad when I've been gone for three years and your in the same Effing Mood i Left you in" He said sarcastically as he smirked at his fallen best friend "Her bro, Miss me?"
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Post by Amri Dukhkin' on Jun 14, 2012 21:36:37 GMT -5
He was royally pissed off when he heard someone come in through the door. What kind of low-down dirty bastard would interrupt him at a time like this? But when he looked up from his guitar he saw one of the few faces he was actually glad to see...but he didn't really believe it at first. He was supposed to be in Paris, and he hadn't told him anything about it. But there wasn't really any other explanation to it. His best friend, Joey, was right here in front of him instead of on the other side of the Atlantic.
“Dude!” he said, standing up and walking over to sort of slap him on the back. It wasn't like Amri was a girl who would jump up and squeal. They were dudes, dudes didn't do that. Instead, he just smiled. Neither was it like Amri would be ashamed to admit he had missed his best friend. Hell, he'd smoked his first bowl with this guy, things like that couldn't be overlooked. “How you doing, man?” he asked, though he was slightly flushed with the comment Joey had made, “I am not in the same mood, it's more somber than angsty.”
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