a man takes his sadness down to the river and throws it in the river but then he's still left with the river. A man takes his sadness and throws it away but then he's still left with his hands.
She holds out her other hand, awaiting him to place the knife in her palm. Fingers twitch slightly in anticipation, brows furrow as the cool metal touches her skin. She flips the knife open, taking her bottom lip between her teeth as she presses the sharp tip to her palm, slicing the skin where the splinter had become lodged in her skin.
“————Ow.”
he hands her the knife, fingers brushing her palm as he does so. her hands are soft to the touch, or maybe they’ve both got enough callouses that he’s not quite sure what tenderness is any more.
❝ careful. don’t want to take off your whole hand. ❞
A smile tugs at her lips as she sets her sights on him, nearly bouncing to his side. She had been looking up and down for her colleague for nearly an hour, making a game out of it rather than just calling him.
”I’ve been looking for you. I was thinking about joining your class this afternoon.”
❝ hey. ❞
she’s overly jumpy today. granted, autumn always has a lot of energy, but she basically pounces on him the moment he turns around.
❝ yeah? maybe you should let out some of that energy in kickboxing instead. ❞
Her gaze flicks to his face for a fraction of a second before she’s back to digging at her palm, pinching and prodding to get that stupid little piece of wood out.
”All but one, it’s in there pretty deep. I hope it doesn’t get infected.”
She holds her hand out a bit, fingers splayed and palm facing upwards to show him the offending splinter.
maybe walking dead was spot on, but sam thinks that nothing really could have prepared him or anyone else for the actual end. besides, no matter how realistic, it’s always romanticized. really, there’s no glory in being the hero. all that’s left is to pray you make it to the next day.
❝ i’ve got a pocket knife, if you wanna try and use that. ❞
{❦} This is her favorite part about being awake in the mornings.
“She said I don’t know if I’ve ever been good enough I’m a little bit rusty, and I think my head is caving in And I don’t know if I’ve ever been really loved By a hand that’s touched me, well I feel like something’s Gonna give and I’m a little bit angry—“
She’s cooking breakfast in her little boyshorts and a crop top, oblivious to anything besides the food in front of her and the song playing from the iPod dock to her left. There’s a pause in her singing as she reaches up towards the cabinet, pulling out the salt shaker and adding some to the eggs, wriggling her hips along with the motion.
”—I wanna take you for granted, Well I will, well I will."
if sam had to choose, he’d be a morning person. unfortunately, things rarely work out in his favor, and so he often ends up staying awake into the wee hours of the morning or just being too damn exhausted to get up any earlier than ten am. still, the days he is able to rise early, to get a coffee while it’s still hot or read a newspaper fresh off the press, he finds he likes the way the sun’s early beams slot through his sleazy motel-room blinds and cast geometric patterns across the carpet.
today seems to be one of those days.
the sun is bright, smiling at him from across the room. he blinks, chasing away the last vestiges of sleep from his eyes as music rings in his ears. must’ve been what woke him up.
he rises from the bed, taking a moment to stretch his arms over his head, and pads over to where autumn is dancing.
{❦} “So? Me and you have been friends for waaay longer than you dated Jess. Plus, you didn’t even date Maddy you guys were like fuck-buddies or something———- whatever. Just a quick look.”
resilientbonesarchive: ""Just a quick peek? I was told by that girl Jess that it's huge and then that weirdo Maddy agreed, Sam pLEASE THIS IS CRUCIAL." "
