But You've Got To Let Me Know (Should I Stay Or Should I Go?)

"I'm just here to get my stuff, that's all." she said. He looked disappointed.
"So we're not going to figure this out? You're just going to leave?"
"That is my plan, yes. Any objections?"
"I love you."
"Agree to disagree."
"Fuck you."
"You already did that. In more than one sense."
"I don't care. I want you to stay."
"Maybe you should have thought of that before you started staying with other girls through the night."
"Maybe we should talk about this."
"Maybe I don't want to."
"I think we have to."
"Well, I don't." With that, she left again.

Oh Darling

What the hell was going on? He was pacing up and down the floor, wondering when she would be coming home, but he knew she wouldn't. For some reason he was kind of upset. He knew why he left, he knew she was tired of hanging around, but damnit! He needed his own fucking freedom too! If she wouldn't live with that, then he could live without her. He'd obviously have to live with that, since she probably wasn't coming home. Oh well, better get used to it. He picked up the cat and considered what he now would do.

Leaving You

She kept silent. No need to wake him up, didn't want to wake him up. If she could just get her clothes and keys she'd be out of -
"Where are you going?"
Oh. Shit.
"Water. I'm thirsty." Please believe me!
"Since when do you need to be fully dressed, keys in hand, to get some water?"
Awkward silence.
"Okay. Spill it. You were leaving."
"... Yes."
"Why?" And he did that reading-your-thoughts thing again that made it so hard to tell the truth. Piercing blue-gray eyes met equally piercing hazel eyes.
"I'm sorry." And then she left their apartment.

Going Nowhere

She kept walking, kept going, no reason to stop whatsoever. There was no way in hell she was going back to that, no matter what he said or did. All those endless hours of doubt and wonder, all the screaming and yelling and forgiving each other had worn her out. She wasn't going back, never coming home, and he just had to fucking face it already, instead of flooding her life with apologies. Yeah, that's what she told herself. Never coming home, never coming home. Never going back. Going nowhere with no destination and noone to share her life with.

Wind

The chilly breeze from the window blew the girl's hair around her face, making her shiver. It didn't seem cold, but compared to sleeping next to the radiator, it was like falling into a pool of ice cubes. Her cat eyed her lazily from its spot on top of the blankets. She put her book away and sat up in bed.
,,You know, I should be doing something right now.” she said. The cat tilted its head before it began licking its paw. She got up, wandered into the kitchen, putting on the coffee pot, forgetting about the open window.

First Of A Thousand

This is a blog. A blog that is very special to me. Because I write in it. And because each entry mustn't be more than a hundred words long. Excluding the title, of course. But each entry is hundred words off my mind, and a hundred words to your mind. That was the first fifty-five words from me to you, and now I doubt I can find thirty-three new words to tell you. As heads is tails, you can call me Kaizer. I hereby welcome you to my mind. Or, at least pieces of it. Tidbits of me. You're welcome.