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amaliakWritten for N_T A/U
He puts out the cigarette in the ash tray beside him and pulls out another, quickly lighting it up.
He kept his back to his typewriter, mockingly holding a blank sheet of paper. His editors were calling three times a day now, since he was overdue with his latest smash novel a week ago.
He couldn't tell them he hadn't even started it yet.
The phone rang again, breaking him out of his reverie. D'anna Biers was used to getting her way, and wouldn't stand for being ignored for much longer. Any minute now she would march herself over here and demand to see his first draft.
Lee put out his cigarette and grabbed his hat and coat. He wasn't going to stick around for when she showed up.
***
He walked along the riverbank, the bright neon lights of the city nearly drowning out the night. He sat down on a bench, crossing his arms against the chill of the night.
All around him, people were bustling back and forth, moving between clubs and restaurants without a care in the world. His mood was dark, and he stood up, walking further away.
That's when he saw her.
He felt captured in her eyes, this stranger with this the enigmatic smile. She was beautiful, inviting him into her world...he didn't want to leave.
He wasn't sure how long her stood there staring at her up on that billboard, but when he snapped to, he rushed back to his apartment.
There was a scrawled note from D'anna taped to his door ("Call me, ASAP!") which he tore down and dropped into the wastebasket. He didn't even bother to take off his coat before he started pounding frantically on this typewriter, the story swirling inside his head, forming a vivid and emotional story, so real it was as if he'd lived it.
Kara Thrace was a woman who would not be tamed.
She broke my heart, and there's no one else in the world that I'd rather give the mended pieces back to...
**END**
He puts out the cigarette in the ash tray beside him and pulls out another, quickly lighting it up.
He kept his back to his typewriter, mockingly holding a blank sheet of paper. His editors were calling three times a day now, since he was overdue with his latest smash novel a week ago.
He couldn't tell them he hadn't even started it yet.
The phone rang again, breaking him out of his reverie. D'anna Biers was used to getting her way, and wouldn't stand for being ignored for much longer. Any minute now she would march herself over here and demand to see his first draft.
Lee put out his cigarette and grabbed his hat and coat. He wasn't going to stick around for when she showed up.
***
He walked along the riverbank, the bright neon lights of the city nearly drowning out the night. He sat down on a bench, crossing his arms against the chill of the night.
All around him, people were bustling back and forth, moving between clubs and restaurants without a care in the world. His mood was dark, and he stood up, walking further away.
That's when he saw her.
He felt captured in her eyes, this stranger with this the enigmatic smile. She was beautiful, inviting him into her world...he didn't want to leave.
He wasn't sure how long her stood there staring at her up on that billboard, but when he snapped to, he rushed back to his apartment.
There was a scrawled note from D'anna taped to his door ("Call me, ASAP!") which he tore down and dropped into the wastebasket. He didn't even bother to take off his coat before he started pounding frantically on this typewriter, the story swirling inside his head, forming a vivid and emotional story, so real it was as if he'd lived it.
Kara Thrace was a woman who would not be tamed.
She broke my heart, and there's no one else in the world that I'd rather give the mended pieces back to...
**END**
