Unpleasant Advice Is A Good Medicine For Failure

UNPLEASANT ADVICE IS A GOOD MEDICINE FOR FAILURE

The passing metropolis slowly shuddered to stagnant outside her window/ a rush of busy feet shuffled along beside her/ Tiager pulled her body up from the sticky vinyolium of the seat/ head hung low/ clutching her bag/ as though it were the last thing of importance/ joining the others trudging down the isle of the bus/

The cold metallic coins felt cumbersome in her hand/ she gladly emptied them into the slot beside the driver/

[how many hands have touched over these coins]

Instantly the rain fell/ it had been waiting for her/ she felt a cold droplet slither down the back of her neck/ it drew her from her insular thoughts and made her shudder/ she left the street quickly hoping not to be seen/ Tiager stepped silently to the glass doors in front of her/ water dripping from her hair/ she grasped for the metal handles/ her damp hands slipped slightly as she pulled the doors apart and edged her way through/ she paused only momentarily to glance at the gaudy fur-print jackets and matching bags/

[Paris Hilton in a Squarepusher fuck you clothes mix]

Trying to remove that ghastly image from her head she hurriedly entered Seattle's Worst and scanned the room for him/ he was standing at the counter trying desperately to communicate with the guy behind it/ instantly Tiager's heart warmed/ his midnight blue hair glistened under the violent lights/ she reached around him and pulled his body close to hers before he even had time to see who it was/ though the touch was enough for him to tell/ and he squeezed her tight/ forgetting again her broken ribs/ she winced in pain/ then instantly forgot it/

Tiager grinned at the guy behind the counter and dragged Aito to a plastic, wood-veneer seat in the corner/

[why can't all cafes be designed for comfort and aesthetic pleasure]

The guy glared at her/ spiteful she didn't order anything/ and said "Welcome to Seattle's Worst ~ drink it down to smile" in an honestly kind and liquid sweet voice/ Tiager took Aito's coffee from the tray with a cheeky grin and slurped down just the caramel and froth from the top/ she handed it back to him with a loving smile/ brushing her hand against his leg and giving him a little squeeze/

She knew he had met her here to give her bad news/ his dark eyes were sorrowful/ he coughed deeply and a few letters escaped from his mouth/ Tiager was worried/ she tried to avoid locking eyes for fear he would see the signs in hers/ the sickness had latched onto his frail body already/ but he was too stubborn/ or too wise/ to get it seen to again/ he had refused the blue jab from the beginning/ even when they were safe back home/ Tiager had jumped at the chance to be protected/ she had endured the pain of the slender needle as it passed through her skin/ and almost enjoyed watching the swirl of moving liquid caress through her veins/ for days after she watched the glittering/ iridescent liquid traverse through her body/ slowly latching onto her internal mainframe and there starting to fade out of sight/ into the opaque wealth of her system/


She curled up to him/ aware of the disapproving stares/ and waited for his news/