hiddenpsalm (hiddenpsalm) wrote in light_of_may, @ 2009-07-23 14:27:00 |
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Entry tags: | 2009-06-09 |
Goodnight Little Sweet
Who: Psalm and Myra
What: Making up
When: Tuesday June 9th, late evening
Psalm was stubborn in many many ways but it wasn't like could just avoid and ignore Myra. The harder he tried to do that the more he wanted to talk to her. He had even written another letter to her, but as always, the letter would stay with him never to make it to her hands, let alone to be read by any eyes other than his own. The boy had issues, that was already apparent, yes. But more than anything he feared loosing the one girl who had always been there for him. Maybe that's why he really pushed her away in the first place. Fear that she would reject him too, on top of his desire to protect her above all others. She would always be first in his heart. The only in his heart, actually. There wasn't really room for anyone else in there. Not in that way, anyway.
Still in disbelief that they had forced, no kidnapped, him to go on the camping trip. He was pretty sure he made his stance on this clear - he was not going. But at least they had the brains to bring him his own tent. If he had been forced to share a tent with Blake, the youngest Lowell wouldn't be waking up in the morning. And Myra definitely wouldn't forgive him for that.
Despite what he had said to her the day before, he didn't want her to hate him. He couldn't stand himself at the moment. He felt like a coward, even though he knew what he had done was the right thing to do. It still left a bad taste in his mouth. Myra had been in a terrible mood the whole day, and he knew he was to blame. Loosing the inner battle to stay away from her, he snuck out of his tent, across the now quiet campgrounds and found Myra's tent with ease. "Myra?" He whispered in a voice so faint he didn't even think she could hear it. Unzipping the tent just enough to crawl in, he went inside and sat down right by the entrance. It was so dark he was having problems adjusting to the lack of light. "Myra?" He whispered in the same faint tone. It was then that he realized she was sleeping. Feeling bad, he turned to leave.