Post by asher c. kingsley on Jul 7, 2010 0:36:12 GMT -8
T H I N K - O F - Y O U - L A T E R - I N - M Y - E M P T Y - R O O M
b u t i w i l l f a l l a s l e e p a l o n e
b u t i w i l l f a l l a s l e e p a l o n e
Asher wasn't good at relationships. He wasn't good at treating girls right, admittedly, although to him that was no fault of his own. Asher used to be good at these things. He used to be able to buy a girl flowers, to woo her the right way, and to say nice things without adding a backhanded insult to the end. He liked to place the blame for his problems on everyone but himself, but in some cases the way he acted really wasn't his fault... after all, his heart was broken into a hundred pieces by the one girl who he thought would be true to him, and he had never recovered. That wasn't fair to everyone else in the world, not in the slightest. None of the girls he objectified deserved it, nor did they ask for it... but they let Asher do it, and that was all he needed. Honestly, he would rather be the heart breaker than the heart broken and in his messed up brain he thought that letting someone in even a little bit would lead to instant heartache -- or even worse, future heartache. That was always the worst, knowing that no matter how happy you could be now, it would only end in tragedy a set number of weeks, months, or even years later. The longer you were happy, the more it would hurt. The longer it would take to recover from the betrayal. Alright, Asher was a man scorned. He shouldn't have carried that mentality with him in life, he should have brushed it off and told himself that just because it happened once, didn't mean it would happen again. However, Asher wasn't programmed like that. He took things extremely personally, it was one of his hugest personality flaws. And he wasn't planning on fixing it any time soon.
Molly Novalie was the only girl in his life who was inching towards becoming more than just a girl used for sex, someone to use and then throw away when finished. Sure, she was awkward... a little too skinny, too hard on herself, not very confident... but he saw something in her, and it kept him coming back for more. Maybe it was the way she grew a backbone after accepting his torment for so many years, or how she acted like the better person whenever they'd get into their little word battles. He knew he hurt her, that was what he was best at. It was a shame, that his only talent to date was making girls cry or feel bad about themselves. He was good at getting people to second guess their actions, their appearance, anything really. Probably because he was insecure himself, not like he would ever admit it. Asher Kingsley's skin was as hard as stone, nothing could hurt him. If only that were the case. Talking to Molly online only made him angry, as he noticed the new personality traits she was soaking in now that she was more confident in herself. As time grew, she was no longer the awkward, odd girl out that he was so fond of harassing. She had grown up, and ended up being beautiful... a shocker for him. Maybe it was the fact that he was so wrong about her that made him drawn to her now, but he ended up walking into her place of work at least once a week for the past few months. He told himself it was because his apartment was next door, but really it was because he liked seeing her. There was some element of grace about herself that he envied, although he couldn't quite pin point it. He really was fascinated.
However, at this point in time he was disgusted. He in no means wanted her to end up like his ex-girlfriend, he wanted Molly to be trusting and nice with just a little bit of sass, not an overload of it. Seeing her possessing so many traits of the girl that made him no longer able to love stung worse than anything that was ever done to him by the previous girl. But Asher was a fan of traditions, and every Friday afternoon he found himself ordering lunch in Molly's restaurant despite the fact that he was more frustrated with her than he had ever been with anyone. He sat at usual table, and opened the menu despite the fact that he always knew what he wanted before he entered the building. What was that? To tell Molly off, to make her feel like shit for reminding him of the biggest bitch he had ever met. Even more to yell at her for being so addicting, for making it so that he couldn't stop coming back to her.
DIS ONES FOR MIKEYYY AND ITS REALLY DUMB AT THE END CAUSE I FORGOT WHERE I WAS GOING WITH THAT, MY B. OH PS: I WROTE 795 WORDS.