An excerpt from something I’m working onnnn. 

aka - I wrote a thing.

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“Liam was like a hurricane.

He said he was born on the day of one. He said the wind was howling at the windows, bowing over the trees, sprinting between houses. He said his parents locked themselves in their first home, and grinned together as the wind tried to pry its way in under doors and between window cracks. He said they were happy - and then he was born.

He was born while that wind rocked the walls of his house, and forced the windows to groan. He came into the world as the tree outside his home was torn from his roots - he came into the world in silence, his mother said. Where most babies cried, he was quiet. As if he, too, was listening to the malevolent wind, calling to him… 

Liam is like a hurricane.

Stepping into his word is like being swept away by an icy wind. You don’t know where it’ll take you, you don’t know where you’ll end up, you don’t know when you’ll slow down - but the thing is, you don’t want to stop. You want to stay with him as long as you can manage. You want to run with him. Sprint, skip and step - you want to race him, run until your lungs burn and your legs ache, until he draws ahead, and inevitably fades into the distance.

You want to try your hardest, but no matter how hard and fast you go - you can’t keep up with him. No one can.

He’s going to be alone, because that’s how best he thrives. He’ll tolerate your company, he might even keep you safe, but he wont make any promises. He’ll make you fall in love, and then he might break your heart. 

He’s fluid. You can’t catch him.

The eye of the storm is hard to find, so they say, but when you do - its a calm, peaceful serenity. I found it. I found that place in him that made me wonder if he was a storm at all, that made me question wether or not he was a force of nature, but human - just like me. But it didn’t last. And that’s just the thing - hurricanes don’t last.

They die.

They weaken, and they waver the further they get away from the coastline, until - they blow out into nothing.

That’s what Liam did.

Liam is like a hurricane. He’s wild and unpredictable, he’s beautiful, he’s dangerous, he’s a liquid winter, he’s the howl outside your window at night, the creak in your floorboards when no one else is home, the howling ghost in the distance…

Liam was a hurricane.”