Astral-sama

Oh my god. Surely you can hear my stupid heart by now, thumping so loudly against my ribs. All you did was look at me with that odd smirk of yours, and my heart forgot to beat for a moment. Now it's trying to make up for the lost time, pumping blood through my body must faster and in higher quantities than necessary. As a result, blood rushes to my face. You make some off-color remark about my height, or my hobbies, or my legs or whatever it is that seems to transfix you this morning. I don't know, I just snap back an answer that makes you laugh, or grow silent and stare, as if wondering what exactly I'm thinking. Well, I'm fucked, aren't I?

The clocks ticking, its hands are waving at me to hurry up and just do what I'm gonna do, but I don't, because every time I do what I'm gonna do, it doesn't go right, and everything breaks, and I can't handle that again. The clocks insisting that I do what I'm gonna do, but I don't, because I already know the ending to the story,  so why the hell should I try and change it? The clock keeps ticking at me, like it's disappointed or something. The hands are gesturing, telling me to do what I'm gonna do before it's too late, but I don't because it's already too late to change fate, and the clock can't trick me again. The clock is frenzied now,

       Shadows blossomed beneath her feet in an alarming speed, fleshing out like bruises, dark and menacing. A reaction between shadow and flame that couldn't be understood by mortal scientists made a deep and airy roar, as the twisting and writhing circle of shadow held the crackling fire away from its master in whooshing waves outward. It was almost as if she sat in the center of a vast sunflower.        Vicky sat on a lone barstool of red leather and wood, emerald eyes dancing with the flames. She held up her small shot glass, peering at the deep orange liquid within f