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Paily porch love.
I know it’s been awhile since there has been anything on this story. So I don’t even know if this story is relevant or not but hey, it’s here now lol.
There should be a full update in a day or two. Just revising it and adding some details. Enjoy!
“Tristan was just telling me that you two living in the apartment together. I’m glad that you two have worked it out.” I took the seat next to my mother on the couch and saw that her smile was wide as she eyed a picture of Tristan and me that was framed on the coffee table next to me. I sighed to myself, she just couldn’t let the idea or Tristan and I go.
“Mom stop, we have separate rooms and we are just friends who live together.” I gave her a pointed look and she only smiled. I got up and went to the bathroom and splashed some water on my face to rid my face of the thin layer of sweat from my run.
“I’ve missed you sweetie.” I heard my mother’s voice as she came closer. As I dried my face with the wash-cloth I looked up to see that she had her arms open awaiting a hug.
“I missed you too mom. Can I get you something to drink or eat? Um I don’t think that we have much, I haven’t gone grocery shopping lately and Tristan is useless with that.” I walk towards the fridge and noticing that all there was inside was, some nearly finished milk, a few water bottles and some old pizza from a week ago.
“I’m fine for now. Why don’t you let me buy you two groceries then maybe we could have lunch?” My mother was now standing next to me looking at the refrigerator with disapproval. She examine the foil wrapped pizza and threw it in the trash, it was as hard as a rock apparently because we heard the loud thud as it hit the bottom of the trash.
“Mom you don’t have to buy me groceries, Tristan and I can afford it, and we just haven’t had time. Plus, we are never really at the apartment much anyways.” I closed the door so she wouldn’t examine anything further. Just these little things that my mom does gets under my skin. I know that she means well but I can’t help but take it as she doesn’t think I could take care of myself.
“Let me do this Emmy then we can go get lunch.” My mother said sweetly as she smooth’s out her skirt before reaching for her purse. I finally gave in with a sigh and telling her to wait while I went to change. I close the door to my room and fall back to rest my head against the door. How am I going to do this?
I hated how my mother could make me feel like I was a teenager all over again. I was so happy with Paige and Evelyn but as soon as Tristan let me know that she was in Rosewood, all of that happiness left. I slide down the door and think of all the scenarios that could happen if I told her about Paige. I was happy, beyond happy actually but with my mother’s presence all I could think about was my mom not accepting it. Evelyn knew about our relationship and she was okay with it. I should be happy right? This question killed me, because I wasn’t happy in this moment when I knew that I should be.
megans-chart said: If we donate with Paily Anchors, how will the autograph be sent to us?
we’ve already discussed it with Ryan, they will send the signed photos out themselves
Anonymous said: Wow, thanks for the answer,and sorry for the typos:p
You are very welcome, and no worry about the typos :)
Anonymous said: Hi, do you know which paily fanfic is that? Paige and emily are ib a world that full of zombies or sth like that. That've been sleeping in cars and abandoned houses. Paige 've been having nightmares, but comforted by emily and later theyre gone. In one chapter they went yo library to search sth,and get attacked by the zombies,paige fight back and they get away,but paige's dog(named jack if I remember it right)git bites and couldn't make it.
Hi, anon :) I do know it, the fic you talking about is Compete Against the Stars.
This is one of Davyd’s paintings, which hung in our house for a long time until he gave it to a friend.
From the time Davyd and I first lived together, there were these two black birds—ravens, I guess—that always seemed to hover above our house. We lived in our first home for three years and they would perch on our balcony. Davyd would frequently talk to them—he gave them names: Blackie and Pearl. We moved to another place for a year, and again two black ravens would visit frequently, sitting on the edge of our balcony. Then we moved to our present home six years ago and again two black birds. Whether they were the same, who knows? But we liked to think they were. Frequently I would walk my dog and one of the ravens would fly up ahead of us, stop, wait until we caught up, then fly again to a place where we could be observed on our rounds. Davyd used to talk about the raven as his spirit animal and always said they brought him messages of hope and good tidings.
Of course they drove my little dog Annie crazy. As they would land on our roof, she would growl and bark and let them know she was here and was just fine protecting the place on her own.
Anyway, last night was the first good night of sleep I’ve gotten since Davyd’s disappearance from our home last Sunday. I finally dreamed about him, and in my dream I finished a day of work with new people I did not know, and I found him waiting for me as I came home at the end of the job. He gave me a calendar with pictures of him in his favorite black hat and a big smile on his face, and a package that I opened with an unusual object. “Is this the new iPad,” I asked him. He nodded and said,“Yes, for a new way of communicating.”
Then i kind of came around to consciousness and I thought, “Oh, it was just a dream. But at least I had a dream of him.” And I fell back to sleep and again he was there, dressed the same, in his black hat and he sat on a table in front of me with his hands on my shoulders. “I love you so much,” I said. And he took my hand and smiled and said, “I love you too.” Then a whirl of these new people from this new job, swept around me and the dream went other places.
Then I started to wake up again, because I heard the ravens on our roof, very loud this morning, calling me, as though they were saying, “Time to wake up, Norman. Come back to this world this morning.” And they went on and on, very loudly for a good fifteen minutes as I lay in bed, wondering if this was going to be another awful day, full of despair and sadness. But suddenly I noticed that for the very first time since we’ve had her, my little dog Annie was not barking at them. She just looked up quizzically, almost as though she were listening to them for the first time. Annie and i got up and I took her out for her morning walk, and she just looked up into the trees, looking for the birds, as though she was listening very carefully and whatever the communication was, it was received. And I marveled, “This is really happening. Annie is not barking at them this morning. But listening.”
I know there are long, sad days and months ahead of me. Davyd’s loss feels insurmountable to me right now. I yearn to see him again, to talk to him, to tell him I’m so sorry for the fact that I could not ultimately save him. I feel the pain so deeply, through every bone in my body, and I have cried more in the past week than I have in all my life, I think. And I’m resigned to the fact that there is no way out of this pain, but to go through it.
However a friend just wrote me yesterday about Davyd and said, “He is absolutely here as well as there, (and everywhere). If you are open to that at all, i think you will be able to ‘hear from him’ in all sorts of signs. And if you can accept a sign, and not just write it off as coincidence or poetry, you”ll get a lot more.” And I wrote her back and said, I so want to believe that.
And so I choose to believe that this morning, accept the message from Blackie and Pearl of hope and good tidings, of the possibility of a different kind of communication. Of love from Davyd’s messengers.