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A ChangeHe flipped up his coat collar and wrapped his arms around him. The wind bit at his exposed face, dirt spraying against his glasses. There was a storm brewing, and not just one made by Mother Nature. Lately he had made some terrible choices and now they were coming back to bite him in his ass.
"Astor my love, are you going to stand outside all day?" Astor inwardly flinched at the voice. He put on a smile and turned around. "No I just needed to think." He watched as Autumn walked over to him. "Think about what? Not planning on running away are you?" Autumn laughed slightly, but Astor could see the laughter did not reach his eyes.
"No. I was just thinking about how much my life has changed. It's so quick I don't like change." Autumn reached up and cupped Astor's cheek. "I know you don't, that's why I've been trying to keep things the same." Astor sighed. "Autumn I know you say you love me but do you actually love me? I mean more then anything? More then the Enclave, more th
Astor sighed softly as he stroked the faded picture. "Mom dad I miss you guys so much. I wish we could have had more time together " He glanced up at the clock on the living room wall. It was a few minutes past midnight, a few minutes into his 61st birthday.
It had been 40 long years ago when Astor had lost his home and his family. But Astor remembered it like it was yesterday, just like he remembered all the horrors of his life. He never celebrated his birthday; he used this day to mourn his parents and to drown his sorrows in scotch. Even now he was starting to get slightly tipsy, all ready into his third glass.
He knew his parents wouldn't want him to act like this, but he couldn't help it. Losing them had left him scared for life. It wasn't just the shock of losing them, but the shock of getting run out of his safe home. He had heard the horrors of what the wasteland could or would be like. And by getting chased out of the Vault, he got to live them first hand.
five hour energyi suppose
last week was only an aftershock
of the earthquake you were before.
this place used to vibrate
with metal strings and melodic,
testimonies to life,
emitting coffee-scented moods
and the burn of it too.
i had memorized the
sounds of silence,
i couldn't help but relish it.
no longer had i known
the sounds of folk
and scent of mocha-
you became nothing more
than an echo of the laughter
i so desperately needed to hear again.
then the echoes got louder,
bouncing ferociously off the walls
to be made manifest
i walked into your room
expecting exactly what i found-
an unmade bed,
and an empty beer
(the one that you insisted you needed
just days ago).
i pressed my nose
into the pillow
for incense and cologne and starbucks
to penetrate my mind
and thinking fervently
i already know
what a clean sheet smells like."
how strong an aftershock can be,
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