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Post by Administrator on Dec 22, 2009 14:56:45 GMT -5
It's a bit smaller than the Harlem River, but has a strong current.
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Post by Bear on Jun 12, 2010 23:27:27 GMT -5
Bear walked along the small rushing river, his hat lowered slightly over his face and his hands in his empty trouser pockets, escaping Brooklyn for a little while. Doll seemed to have it under control and well, she seemed to need some space as much as Bear did. To be truthful, even though he felt a little guilty and foolish about it, he was avoiding speaking to her. It would take him a while to get used to the fact that his two best friends in the world were now married. He knew he'd still have them for life, and that they weren't packing up and leaving him just yet but he couldn't lie that it still made him feel a little bit more lonesome.
He wasn't really too aware of his surroundings, lost in his own thoughts, but his heart faithfully guided his footsteps to a particular spot, grassy and open, a few rocks littering the area. He came to a stop and the memories coursed through him. If he wasn't standing in the exact spot, it was close enough to the very place he had stood when he saw Tootsie for the first time, sitting on one of the rocks. Here was where his life had changed. Here was where he fell for the first time. The tall Brook sighed, pushing his hat up a little out of his eyes. He listened to the silence and just stood, staring, remembering, thinking of what had been.
The feeling in his gut was there as usual, the awful empty ache. So this is what heart break felt like. He felt the breeze tug around him and listened to the sound of the watery currents, finally letting his heart speak instead of his mind. He was lying to himself. He hated to admit it, it killed him to, but Spot was right. He wasn't happy. He wasn't alright. He was miserable. Maybe it was seeing Spot and Doll and Muse getting married, maybe it was Tootsie, maybe it was just all the change. He wasn't really sure, but what bothered him the most was that the feeling never went away. Even if he pretended to be having a good day, pretended that nothing was upsetting him, pretended he was fine, pretended he was happy, the feeling was always there. And he didn't know how to fix it.
Everybody kept saying to just get over it, take Tootsie back. But since he broke up with her, she had barely spoken more than ten words to him, nor had he spoken very much to her. She had walked away again, and he had just let her, knowing there wasn't much else he could do. He had told her he still loved her, and would keep on loving her, and when he was ready he would take her back. He was having problems before he even broke up with her, that's why he broke up with her. He had responsibilities-- to himself, to Spot, to Brooklyn, and he had felt like these had to come first. Now, it just seemed like Brooklyn was slowly turning its back on him.
He stared at the rock, closing his eyes, trying to picture her sitting there. Long beautiful waves, brown eyes, a smile that lit up her face like twinkling stars. That was his Tootsie. He opened his eyes slowly, knowing she wasn't going to be there, but it still disappointed him when she wasn't all the same. He shook his head. He would love Tootsie. He would be hers faithfully. But what if he was finally ready to take her back and she didn't want him. He shook his head. It wasn't worth thinking about that. He just leaned his head back, looking up at the clouds sadly, wondering when things would get better, or at least seem to get better. It was all he could hope for...
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Post by Rita Thomas on Jun 13, 2010 14:23:36 GMT -5
Rita needed a break. She needed to get away from Manhattan. It held too many memories for her, too many memories she didn't need. She had lived in Manhattan all her life, she was born there, and she was pretty sure she would die there. She would die an old cat woman, with at least ten stray cats. Rita had it all planned out, she would name the cats after the people who have hurt her in her life. She didn't have that many names at the moment, but she was sure as she continued her life, the list would grow. She was slowly learning that the only person she could count on was herself. Everyone else seemed to leave her. Even the two people who promised they would never leave, her parents, were gone.
Dead. Killed. Gone forever.
It wasn't their fault they were gone, it was because of a fire. A stupid fire. She didn't even know how the fire started. All she remembered, was she left their apartment that day to go to school, when she came back there was nothing left. She was told her parents were killed in the fire. She never wanted to feel that pain again. She never wanted to lose someone who meant that much to her.
Maybe that's what heartbreak feels like. She had never felt it, she didn't even know what love was. She guessed it gave you some sort of separation anxiety, where you always had to be with your significant other or else you would go crazy. It often seemed like that, especially with the Manhattan kids. She figured she would never know what that type of love was. That's why she was planning on being a lonely cat lady. A lonely cat lady with friends. She would always need her friends, no matter what. She knew what friendship love was. She considered a lot of her friends to be like siblings, since her siblings were so far away. All the way in California. She was still considering visiting there. Maybe for a few months or so. Rita wasn't sure. She couldn't leave Manhattan, she couldn't leave New York, she couldn't leave her life behind.
The Manhattan girl's ears perked at the sound of water. Water; the river. That's right! The Bronx had a river. A grin crossed her face, she loved water. She could sit next to a river all day with a book. She began to run in the direction of the river. As soon as she saw it, a small grin appeared. She kicked off her shoes, and approached a rock. Rita sat down, pushing her brown waves away from her face as she reached in her bag for something to read. Something to take her mind off everything. She groaned when she discovered she didn't have a book, only a letter from her sister. The letter she had read more than a hundred times. That was the last thing she needed. She brought her knees to her chest, and rested her chin on them, sighing a little.
She didn't want to read the letter again. In almost every letter he sister mentioned how much she missed her, and their parents. In that letter, there was a whole page dedicated to her longing to have the family together again. She could recite the letter by heart, that's how many times she had read it. And every time she read it, she got emotional. Sometimes she got mad. Angry that things couldn't be like how they used to be. Other times, she got upset. It brought out the worst in her, because the pain was still so...raw. It shouldn't be though, it happened eight years ago. Half a lifetime for her. Tears sprang to her green eyes. She felt like a baby. Babies cried over missing their parents, not sixteen year old girls. Especially sixteen year old girls who were newsies. Newsies were supposed to be tough. She wiped her eyes, trying to clear her vision. The tears kept coming though. It was no use. It seemed like all she did lately was cry. She bit her lip, trying to choke back a sob. She would give anything to have her mother hug her again. Rita wiped her eyes again, and buried her face in her knees, finally letting go, and letting her emotions out. Would the pain ever go away?
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