User:Whatdoyoumeanalreadyinuse

"I already tried typing in three different usernames" - Micah Warren
This guy is called Micah, but he and his friend, whateverthenfine, weren't allowed the names they wanted. They got fed up.

But this page is what one might call, a stub. I'm not finished yet.

Bye for now, ttyl x

He walked through the empty streets. All around him were signs of life; newspapers and litter blowing in the breeze, an assorted mess of flowers and keyrings at stalls where people had tried to flog their wares, even the streetlights were on. "The light has to come from somewhere" he thought. Maybe there were people trying to bring real life to the place by lighting it up. He didn't want it though. "The city is better when there's no-one in it." he said to himself. He felt very alone, but he was happy to be alone, he enjoyed the serenity and the peace of the abandoned town. He had been to a town where there were people before, and at first he loved the buzz of all the people surrounding him, it made him feel alive, like he was among his own people, and he could share their energy. Then he had hated it. Every person had ignored him, except for some who acknowledged him so far as their own concerns were met. He thought he hated being alone, but he realized it was not the lonesomeness that he hated. In fact, he liked where he was. He quietly hummed a tune to himself as he staggered down the street, looking at the barren shopfronts around him, instead of where he was going. "They look like they want to cry," he said, and tapered off of his own sentence. He wondered why he felt shy about humming aloud, but he felt too shy to hum any louder. Sometimes he would remember the words of the song he was humming, and sing the words, until he forgot them and turned back to humming again.

He wandered into a large open space: the town square. He thought it ironic that it was made big so that more people could come and enjoy socialising, yet it was so cold when no-one was there. Noises that seemed to come from nowhere echoed around the plaza. Everything about this place was designed for people, and without them, it was useless, a man-made wilderness. There was a column in the middle of the square, made to be the focal point of the square, but without anything or anyone else to focus on, it was bigger, even intimidating. He had almost reached it by now, although he did not know for what he had walked to it. "It's really just a lump of rock." He said. He found himself humming a tune he knew from his youth, a song about being left behind by a best friend. It was a sad tune, and it made him sombre, so he wondered why he liked it so much. Did people like being lonely? Or did they just enjoy peace? "This place wouldn't have been peaceful." he thought. As full of life as the place may have been, he could always have enough of it. As people lived their lives as fast as they could, they rushed past him, ignoring him, or else viewing him as an obstruction. Even good-natured people talked loudly and gestured enthusiastically. He felt energised, sure, but he felt it was too chaotic, too noisy. "I suppose people sometimes need to be away from other people to get some peace." He said.

As if in reply, a person stood in front of him from behind the pillar. He knew her, she had been his friend a long time ago, and he was hers too. As he stopped abruptly at the surprise of seeing her, he started to walk slowly towards her, although he wondered why he walked slowly: So as not to seem obnoxious in friendship, maybe? He did what felt right though, even though he usually hated the irrational nature of human behaviour. He knew how beautiful she was from before, but he always knew that he would be again startled when he next saw her. He proved himself right, she was so beautiful, he might notice her before noticing a thunderclap. She was radiant, too. He often had compared her to things, like the sun, which she was more radiant than, and the evening star, Venus, which didn't sparkle as brightly as her. They were close to each other now, and as much as he wanted to be alone, he wanted more to be close to her. As they reached their arms around each other, they hugged each other closer, and it seemed he couldn't get close enough to her. They pressed each other into themselves, and each breathed through the other's hair. Each moment seemed an eternity, but yet he would never want to let go, he felt more complete now than he had ever done, he felt more alive, and oddly enough to him, she brought him peace.