Post by lys on Sept 21, 2007 6:10:30 GMT -5
A rough cough broke through his lips and he hurriedly pressed a hand to them in order to avert the sound. The coughs were rare and far in-between, but why was he having them in the first place? To put it simply; he had, foolishly, decided to remain outside while it rained. It wasn't too bad as of yet and he didn't have a wish to visit the Hospital Wing. All the blame was to be placed on the weather... and himself. That seemed fair enough. Most sicknesses were linked to the weather in one way or another...
I sound whiny. A dry comment on his part. Two fingers were pressed firmly to his temple as he leaned against the wall. At least he hadn't sn- Achoo! Never mind. At the very least he could smother it. Hn. He sighed and allowed his arms to hang freely at his side, swinging ever so slightly. He was, for lack of a better word, bored. Currently he had no classes to attend to and no one else seemed prone to stirring up annoyance or trouble within the school. Actually the closest thing to company he had were the painting hung across the walls. Every once in a while, one would make a comment. Mostly directed at his sickness. Apparently it was the new joke.
A frown crossed Lysander's lips as he thought over things to do before landing on one certain thing. Drawing. Of course. How could he forget that? His mind had been so off-track... It had been quite some time since he'd drawn yet he still carried that beige bag at his side. The frown that had been there a moment ago had dissipated. Only before he could truly do anything, his thoughts drifted to Sebastiania. It was amazing what things he could get himself in to. Positively amazing. Come to think of it, he was almost to the point where he thought of avoiding the girl. His first friend at this... place.
With a sigh he pressed his fingers to his temple. It was his fault. Entirely. That he knew. He shouldn't have turned down her offer to get lunch... Never should have. And to add to it, his stupidity had been the cause of his ailment. Yes, there was no one but himself to blame. He had meant what he said, about people being better off without him. This was just one more example. It didn't seem to matter anymore that he liked her as well, that he returned her feelings. What mattered was that she didn't believe it. That she thought he was upset with, and possibly hated, her. What he expected in return of that was hatred from her. If she was to hate him, it would make it easier - no? Yet... he wanted to resolve this. He wanted to tell her why he had stayed outside.
He didn't want her to hate him.
Pale fingers wrapped firmly around the mechanical pencil resting in his pocket. It was a comforting feeling and it calmed him... though he had the feeling that should he look at his hand, his fingers would be white with the pressure he was placing on said writing utensil. But for now, that didn't quite matter. He could always get a new one. And to add to it all, the shirt that he was now currently wearing was the one Sebastiania picked out for him. It was the very least he could do... even if he felt as though he had no right to wear it any longer.
All his fault.