Ranette: Brush the dust off

I'm still having a few doubts about my whole moving house, and everything.

To the point of not eating anymore. I couldn't make myself do it. I got a guy home, but in the end I had to make him settle for a glass of wine and a quick kiss goodbye instead of the sex I had led him to believe would be his reward for his patience. I just couldn't.

William has been plaguing my mind for the last few days, and I don't know what I should do.

What should I do?

In the end, I turn to roaming the streets. Hunger is nagging at the back of my throat and I know my eyes are a deadly silver without even looking at them in a mirror.

That was when I saw Will leaving my old apartment block.

I follow him through the town, silently watching, quietly cursing the high heels I had stupidly chosen to wear this particular night.

When he comes to a stop on this bridge, I'm suddenly all too aware that the sun is rising above the horizon. He leans forward on the railings and stares at the burning orb as it lifts into the sky. I can't see the expression on his face, but I think I can guess it's not a happy one. No sane vampire willingly stands in the sunlight without being very, very upset for some reason.

I find myself walking forward, standing beside him.

"What're ya doin' standing in the sun, honey?" I drawl, changing my accent. I don't want him to kill himself, but I still don't want to reveal myself to him yet.

"Why not?" He counters, not looking at me. I lean forward on the railing, too and watch the sunrise with him for a moment. It's not far enough over the horizon to hurt us yet. I have about ten minutes to persuade him out of the sun.

"Because whoever drove you to stand in the sun like this ain't worth it," I say softly, keeping my thick accent.

"Maybe she was," he counters, his voice rising a little in irritation at me suggesting he's just wallowing over some random chick who couldn't be bothered to hang around.

"Nah, I'm pretty sure she wasn't, honey. No matter how rough it gets, ya gotta stick through it and find something else to get ya through, right?" I rest my chin on my hand and glance up at him, before dropping my gaze back to the horizon, "We all slip and fall, but we all gotta pick ourselves up and brush the dust off and keep going."

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