Just a something I wrote really early in the morning.


One could always search for the perfect person, but how do you know that that person is why one. If your so busy searching wouldn't you be blinded to that which is right in front of you?

Little question can give big answers.

Drabble:

She sat in front of her computer tapping lightly on the screen with her ball point blue pen, here it was 5 am and she was awake, and already on the computer. With a groan she sat back stretching her arms over her head. Fresh out of the shower she only wore a towel aroud her mid and her long dark hair was wet and stringing, but the look rather suited her.
She was working on codes, something she found herself doing quite often and more or less the only thing she could wrap her mind around this early in the morning, she loved to take them apart. To dissect the codes for later use, and to create new things. It was something she could throw her whole self into and not give a damn about anything else.

Breaking out of her thoughts she looked down at the small cheap cell phone on her desk. It's screen lit up as a call came through and soon 'Pretty Fly For A White Guy' was echoing throughout the silent house. With a sigh she pushed it away knowing full well who was calling and plopped her head in her arms and closed her eyes. She would admit it was mornings like this that she felt more alone then ever before and she couldn't say that she like it.
She hated being alone, always have, and probably always will. Peering over her arm she watched at the screen of her phone went dark, she wanted to call him...she wanted to hear his voice, but she knew she couldn't. Sitting up she frowned.

More then once he had asked her to go him, yet something held her back. Picking up the phone she reclined in the computer chair and began to scroll through her contacts to rest on his name. Was it really that hard to pick up and leave? To go to him, she felt secure with him, so why was it she was still afraid? She let out a groan tossing the phone back onto the cherry wood of the desk before looking away, only to find her gaze to catch it again as it began to rang.

"No!" She said frustrated. Not the voice she wanted to hear!

So closing her eyes she leaned over on her desk and smiled to herself. One thing was sure she loved him; Loved him more then anything else in the world.

Yet she was also afraid of him.

location: Home music: Echose of darkness