Post by owen isaac dawson on Feb 19, 2012 18:57:19 GMT -6
[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=style, background-color: dddddd; border: #cccccc solid 8px; width: 420px; padding: 15 5 15 5px;] IT'S LIKE OUR WORLD BUT WE'RE THE LAST ONES LEFT The Words: 721 The Outfit: boo The Notes weeeee In all of his travels and all of his trips to London he could not really fathom the reason why he would not have taken more time in coming to see the specter that was the London Eye. He had seen it many times, in truth, but it was the familiarity of it that took away from the awe. So many times he had passed by it that he had never taken any care to really enjoy it like he was at this moment. In the night it seemed so much more awe-inspiring, with the lights reflecting off the water. The stars seemed to fade in the distant night sky against the brilliance of the man made light on the slowly rotating wheel. And its size was so tremendous! The closer he got the more his lips seemed to part with surprise. It was truly a shock that he had never marveled at the sight of this creation at least once before. But perhaps that was because he had always had a purpose whenever he went somewhere, always with work on his mind. Now, however, Owen ventured out with very little concern with work and only for something that was truly a necessity to his life. Something that not even the splendor of the London Eye could make him forget. In the last few years, Owen had proved to be a terrible brother. Ask him a question about his baby sister and he would not be able to give you a certain answer any longer. Before he had taken his job he had seen her so much, drawing tons of his inspiration from the spirited girl. It dismayed him greatly to think that now he hardly knew anything that was going on in her life and whenever he did speak with her… it was like she was pushing him away from her. Soon he feared that she would not even bother with keeping in touch with him. And why should she bother? Owen was terrible at keeping in touch and coming to visit. He was a poor excuse of a brother. Owen wished that he could clear the clouded emotions at this very instant. If he could he would have gone to his baby sister in a heartbeat with even a second thought! She was very good at hiding from him though and appeasing him with false smiles while assuring him that she had no need of him coming to her rescue since, apparently, everything was fine. Then why didn’t everything feel like it was fine between them? Was it just natural for siblings to grow apart like this? Or were his own insecurities getting the better of him? Owen truly was not sure, but he swallowed the lump in this throat and promised himself that he would call his sister as soon as he got home. Maybe she would like to come out here with him one evening? Maybe it would give him an opportunity to rekindle their strained relationship? It made him sick knowing that all he could do now was wait and hope. Making a change could not be instant if he could not find her. Work hard now and you would have the time (and money) to take care of everything and everyone you loved later, with proper resources then. That was what he had to remind himself of whenever he thought like this. Owen wasn’t easily distracted from his goals. He had a deep drive to accomplish things and living for him, rather than worrying for the welfare of others, was something that he did want to have while he was still young. His sister, Meredith, made it hard though. Whenever the young woman resurfaced in his mind he found himself asking questions. Who was taking care of her? Was she taking care of herself? His parents weren’t sure and that unsettled him more. Lost in thought, Owen barely paid any mind to anyone walking by him as he absently strolled along the street toward the glowing mass of the London Eye. His light eyes were upward but far from concentrated on anything in the material world. He was lost in thought completely, unsuspecting of every bump that nudged against his shoulder and even the murmured words spoken his way. At least the night was beautiful. |
