It’s raining. Not like a hard rain atau anything. Parker makes his way downy the highway with determination and a degree of speed that might not be exactly legal. But he isn’t going alarmingly fast. He maneuvers his car–a rather stylish Dodge Viper–into the fast lane. It isn’t the latest model but he has it painted a sleek purple some shade in between light and dark. After successfully making his pass he get back into the right lane. He’s behind a Chrysler Pacifica with a collect of bumper and window stickers.
From this he deduces that the driver is probably a sepakbola mom atau an unfortunate son who is stuck using the car. He knows that the dad is still in the picture, helping to raise three kids–a teen boy, a young girl, and a baby girl. They have a dog. Based on the bumper sticker in the left hand corner it’s a shih tzu. He likes shih tzus well enough, but prefers bigger dogs--maybe a pit atau a huskie.
Parker turns the volume up. Lil Peep's U berkata plays nearly at full blast. He knows that he's probably annoying other drivers with the overload of bass. But he can't help it, other than the rain, its a nice day. The warmth and the gloom almost matches the mood of the song. He rolls the window down. He's about to take the volume up another level but he doesn't quite get that far.
He reads the bumper sticker as he pumps his breaks; 'if anda can read this, you're too close.'
The musik seems to blare louder, lebih vividly.
'If anda can read this, you're too close.'
He tries pumping the breaks again but they won't engage. The luar angkasa between his ular berbisa, viper and the Pacifica closes.
'If anda can read this you're too close.'
"Motherfuck! I know." He yells. He remembers the emergency break a little too late.
He catches a glimpse of the bumper sticker once lebih before his fender comes to meet it.
'If anda can read this, you're too close.'
He can read it alright. He can read it very clearly.
From this he deduces that the driver is probably a sepakbola mom atau an unfortunate son who is stuck using the car. He knows that the dad is still in the picture, helping to raise three kids–a teen boy, a young girl, and a baby girl. They have a dog. Based on the bumper sticker in the left hand corner it’s a shih tzu. He likes shih tzus well enough, but prefers bigger dogs--maybe a pit atau a huskie.
Parker turns the volume up. Lil Peep's U berkata plays nearly at full blast. He knows that he's probably annoying other drivers with the overload of bass. But he can't help it, other than the rain, its a nice day. The warmth and the gloom almost matches the mood of the song. He rolls the window down. He's about to take the volume up another level but he doesn't quite get that far.
He reads the bumper sticker as he pumps his breaks; 'if anda can read this, you're too close.'
The musik seems to blare louder, lebih vividly.
'If anda can read this, you're too close.'
He tries pumping the breaks again but they won't engage. The luar angkasa between his ular berbisa, viper and the Pacifica closes.
'If anda can read this you're too close.'
"Motherfuck! I know." He yells. He remembers the emergency break a little too late.
He catches a glimpse of the bumper sticker once lebih before his fender comes to meet it.
'If anda can read this, you're too close.'
He can read it alright. He can read it very clearly.
Serena
Kayla was raped in her own house.
What's more, her dad is reported to have committed suicide. Before he even heard that his own daughter needed him.
When I was little, I always had the blind faith in my mom. That she would always know which way to turn on the road. That if we got lost, everything would be fine.
That she would never desert me. Like Kayla's father has.
The girl is slumped against the wall, crying. You'd think that you'd eventually run out of tears, but anda don't. It's just that, after a while, maybe anda just don't have the strength to carry on any more.
anda can dry up the tears anda see, but anda can never dry up the tears your jantung sheds. Because when anda cry, your jantung gives up a little piece of itself that will always grieve. Always. I have every reason to know.
I put my hand on her shoulder, and she doesn't shake it off.
Kayla was raped in her own house.
What's more, her dad is reported to have committed suicide. Before he even heard that his own daughter needed him.
When I was little, I always had the blind faith in my mom. That she would always know which way to turn on the road. That if we got lost, everything would be fine.
That she would never desert me. Like Kayla's father has.
The girl is slumped against the wall, crying. You'd think that you'd eventually run out of tears, but anda don't. It's just that, after a while, maybe anda just don't have the strength to carry on any more.
anda can dry up the tears anda see, but anda can never dry up the tears your jantung sheds. Because when anda cry, your jantung gives up a little piece of itself that will always grieve. Always. I have every reason to know.
I put my hand on her shoulder, and she doesn't shake it off.
I hate you
But I just can’t seem to break you
Do I want anda here?
Do I want anda gone?
Everyone says your such a tease
But not to me
Are anda real?
Are anda fake?
Do I need to be
With this drama queen
anda spout lies
No truth to be found
Why am I still
Trying to see the good in you?
Is it worth it?
Should I listen to them?
They tell me to go
Before I’m a victim
Of anda mighty undoing
I won’t fall
I’ve made a promise
Can I keep it?
Will I leave?
Will I remain?
Promises
Sins
They all appear
The same
Lies
Sentences
Preach the
Difference
I’m listening to you
I can’t break you
I’m falling now
No one to catch me
Do I leave now
That I’ve fallen
Are anda worth my time?
Am I worth this pain?
God, help me choose
For this is not my decision
Any longer
I’ve put my faith in my despair
Now tampil me the answer
Tell me what to do
Do I stay
atau do I leave you?
But I just can’t seem to break you
Do I want anda here?
Do I want anda gone?
Everyone says your such a tease
But not to me
Are anda real?
Are anda fake?
Do I need to be
With this drama queen
anda spout lies
No truth to be found
Why am I still
Trying to see the good in you?
Is it worth it?
Should I listen to them?
They tell me to go
Before I’m a victim
Of anda mighty undoing
I won’t fall
I’ve made a promise
Can I keep it?
Will I leave?
Will I remain?
Promises
Sins
They all appear
The same
Lies
Sentences
Preach the
Difference
I’m listening to you
I can’t break you
I’m falling now
No one to catch me
Do I leave now
That I’ve fallen
Are anda worth my time?
Am I worth this pain?
God, help me choose
For this is not my decision
Any longer
I’ve put my faith in my despair
Now tampil me the answer
Tell me what to do
Do I stay
atau do I leave you?