(a mailman? But he delivers mail! lmao I know that's a cop) I raise an eyebrow and pick up the mail strewn across the sidewalk.
"I'm not very nice." I murmur, throwing the last of the blazing mail in a door slot. "I ripped someone's heart out yesterday. Too bad he survived."
(I believe the term is "Guh-ross!" ) I smirk, inhaling smoke from a nearby house, and start to cough. "He could turn to sand. Not fair."
(not the way I use it ) Elijah: *smirks* the cowards way to get out of a fight.. Turn to sand *rolls eyes*
() "And his heart sorta... exploded when I was finished. I have no idea how he survived." I light a cigarette on the burning mailbox. "Oh well, that's what he gets for turning my book to dust."
Elijah: you did this over a book, I swear your turning into me completely. *wraps his arm around her*
I smile. "I dunno. I think I may be getting... worse. I usually don't freak out over small things." I sigh and shut my eyes, throwing my cigarette to the ground in irritation. "My dad was right. I'll just end up like him."
"Yes, Elijah. I can barely stay calm as is. The slightest things could set me off." I mutter, turning to him.
I sigh and smile a little. "Elijah... I'm serious. What if I don't change back? And I'm stuck like that forever?"