People didn't use any invitation card. They just mentioned who they were with or who they were going to meet. And the guards would let them.in at once.He too walked forward and met with them. “Hello sir, who are you going in to meet?” he was asked by one of the men there.“Erika banks.” He said and the man looked stunned. He had to take a moment to look at Dustin again. He could see that Dustin was well dressed and all, but still, what if he was just lying.“Can you verify this?” he asked not wanting to sound rude although his voice couldn't contain the rudeness that came with it.“Aren't you the one who is going to confirm this?” Dustin asked and frowned at the man. “Why must you all go around judging people every every chance you get ? You have the list with you can't you just verify from your own end like you have been doing before?”The man laughed out loud. He had met people like Dustin, always going all around pretending to be rich and all. “Well unfortunately, I would not like
"This chocolate heart hasn't once melted because the world has been so cold; yet here you come with the warmth of spring and I feel the softening." Laura said as she made her way over to Dustin. He was still dazed a bit that she was around."What are you talking about?" he frowned at her."In mathematics, when we have functions with limits and we define our terms. Philosophical statements require such things for the same reasons as math. For instance, common words such as "love" have many meanings to many people. Additionally "love" comes in many forms, from the interpersonal, to community and global levels. Without this precision, a simple statement can be used in opposing arguments, thus confusing rather than elucidating the human reasoning.""And If I ever cross my heart... if I ever betray my heart and anger it... then I hope to die. For in this life my heart is my pure heaven-ward guide. To those I love, to the world I love, to my true life mission and path... I must be faithful,
Dustin remembered his past. It was about five years ago now and he still remembered like it was only yesterday. He was still going by the band Ryan then. He was tired. He'd been working nonstop all day. His stomach grumbled from hunger, since he hadn't even eaten all day!If he took out of his pay for the day, he would be about 10$ short, and he needed to save money to get Laura, his girlfriend a gift. She'd been asking for a necklace since forever, and he wasn't about to use his poverty as an excuse for him not to be able to take care of his lover."Here you go!" A fat man who was studying his cup of wine at the moment yelled out as he threw an envelope down on the floor. Ryan was a bit ashamed his boss had embarrassed him in the presence of everyone like that, but he said nothing and picked up the envelope. Quickly, he tore it open to check how much his boss had paid him this time.He had three jobs, but at the moment, he was doing his second job of the day at a busy restaurant.
Conor had been asking where Dustin was that night. “Hey Vincent, am I right?” He said, waiting for the big guy to nudge him a nod. When he got his reply, he asked again, “have you seen Dustin? He has been literally no where to be found. I've asked everyone for him but they just dunno where he is.” He said, feeling desperate and frustrated at the same time.“Come with me, man. It's just that, he said be wanted to be alone.” Vincent said. “I mean I'm sure that what I'm doing right now would make Dustin literally tear me into pieces. But okay, let's go. Follow me now.” He said as he led him straight towards the hotel. There was a private way there that would just about hide Dustin from anyone if he wanted it even for ten days straight.“No one would even find him here. Wow that's crazy.” Conor said excitedly. He wondered why Dustin was no where to be found. Or why he wanted to be alone in the first place, but he said nothing to Vincent and only followed.If I ever give up on your love th
Laura fumbles the little white pill, her mind already clamouring for the pain relief to come. It isn't that her suffering is acute, more that it never leaves her unless she sleeps. Those pills are little trap doors into moments of bliss, a few hours of tranquility. Once she is at peace she takes her tea, her afternoon cake - her pleasures without them being tainted by pain. She needed to stop thinking about the night before.A beautiful woman has a beautiful soul. However she appears in her youth, it is the soul that will show in her every feature as she ages. The sweet hearted are all the beauty in this world, they are the sunshine, the rain and the good earth."It's that you care so very much about others that makes you so beautiful to me. That you see my beauty, that you show how special I am to you, that's what's got me for life. You aren't just beautiful, you make the space around you beautiful too, you affect others and bring their beauty out of them. And you do it with ease. It
It was a "busy-ness suit," the one my father would wear when he had no time for all the things that made him human. All his best and most wonderful traits were suffocating under that tweedy cloth.The business suit was as crisp as a new banknote and dyed to a uniform shade of bleak grey. Above white collar line it was as if his face had been fashioned from those inky dots.The business suit laid over his skin as a soul-coffin; as if his child self was buried while he wore it all those long hours. Perhaps he tried to dig up that original-self come the evening time, the child self who was born to love and play, but I think over the decades the layers get so deep it was too hard to resurface.The business suit was cold on waxy skin that craved the sun. When he froze in calculating thought he could have been one of those Madame Tussauds dummies, perfectly chiseled and cold.He stood there in the aristocratic cutting lines of a great tailor, one who could take his under-exercised and over-
"I have become as the wind, though some may think it not calm in a gale, it remains so. Strength and force can be calm too, because they are done with loving certainty for good reason." Dustin said to them all as be was in a setting. A dinner setting.Alara was beside him now and they both laughed out with joy and excitement. Conor was there too."My sense of calm is anchored in my well earned self confidence. I have faced the trials and won thus far. I can take on the rest.""Were so good to have you back then," Alara smiled. Her voice remained as warm as early spring, as if her heart beat so steadily even though she took a different view from Mac. She simply said this was her way of doing things. I could see Ezra balk at first, so accustomed he was the to ways of Imelda and her fiery temper. Verity was different, she absorbed things and then responded more than reacted, dampened situations rather than adding to the flames. And so before I knew it everything was happy again, it was
"You brat, what is a wretched man like you doing here?" Sandro said. Sandro was a man disturbing Dustin, not knowing who he was that he was wealthy.Dustin rolled his eyes. He had to careful around men like him. Men like Sandro were pigs and he had to be careful, else he would drag him into the mud."Sandro, what a surprise, what's a man like you doing in this really important place?" Dustin said with an amused tone.Sandro frowned. "Listen to me, you have no idea who you're messing with.""I'm not messing with anyone. Mind your business, and I'll mind mine." Dustin said, not so smiley now."Ha! Look at you trying to talk to me like a man when you've been stripped off that right a long time ago. You're here for another pathetic interview, aren't you?" Sandro said mocking him.Dustin couldn't help but remember all the time when he had been searching for a job and was always getting declined. So, this fool knew about it too. They mocked him and were sure he would never find a job.He re