SomebodyNotYou

“How much have we had to drink?” Jill asks Alan, leaning way back in her chair. “We finished the Jack off hours ago, and this is our… second? bottle of my parents’ wine,” he replies, “So the answer to your question is:  ‘a lot’.”  He unconsciously nuzzles his face into her hair.  She’s leaning on his shoulder, eyes closed; after a moment she rises, stretches luxuriously, and walks over to the front door of the house they share.  Alan watches her, vision slightly blurry, and leans heavily on the table. “It’s snowing,” Jill says after she’s opened the door.  She stands

As the girl listened and wondered, a small frown came to her eyes. She'd never been good at choosing when it came to things like this. There was no such thing as one song to fit all, but, (somehow) she had managed it before. After a few more moments, she made up her mind, hitting Attach>File>Browse>Open>OK for the final file, clicking send. There. She only hoped he'd listen to them all. It was only three songs, her mind reasoned, it was not a great pain to go through just three songs. Nevermind the fact that she'd put them in order of listening, as her mind had pushed her to do. Nevermind the fact that there was always a story behind her act