"We tried to be better, but we aren't. I don't think anyone could last more than a week here if they weren't willing to do bad things." - Alba Reyes

Welcome Guest [Log In] [Register]
Viewing Single Post From: Sorry, Mom. Sorry, God.
armeggedonCounselor
Member Avatar
D--> I need a towel
[ *  *  *  * ]
Kyle noticed the silence, and Hayley's mild discomfort with his statement. It wasn't overly surprising; she was obviously feeling very guilty. It was to be expected; very few people could murder somebody and feel nothing, and those that could didn't function well with the rest of society. Hayley wasn't a psychopath, she was a scared little girl who was in over her head. ... Something about that thought was unsettling to Kyle's stomach.

The Hayley did something that was unexpected. She turned around and kissed Kyle. He was a little surprised, not that it was unwelcome. Just that it didn't seem.... Didn't seem....

His mental faculties appeared to have left him, flowing out of his brain with the kiss. He let the moment linger before pulling back and looking into Hayley's eyes. He smiled softly, reaching up to brush a stray strand of hair out of her face. He considered asking her what the kiss was for, but it seemed like a bad idea.

The cold water was beginning to get mildly annoying, because of his hands shaking from the cold. Annoying.
V5 Character(s)
Offline Profile Quote Post
Sorry, Mom. Sorry, God. · The Beach: East