Never Stop Falling:

Carrie looked around the café, hoping to find a familiar face. She was only to be disappointed. She was faced with dark, coated backs, suits, ties, even some wigs. This just wasn't the place for her. Why was she here? She looked back down to her novel, a well -read copy of Looking For Alibrandi. Glancing back up, she thought she saw the guy reading the newspaper stare oddly at her, before turning away quickly.

Oh piss off, she thought.

The Court Café (How original, she though) was located on the top floor of the building. Possible the nicest thing about it was the view. Looking out, Carrie was presented with a 180-degree view of the harbour and city. Like a torch, the Tower stood out from the sky. If only she was there instead.

A dark shadow cast across her table.

Carrie was shocked. Instead of a wig and coat-wearing barrister she found...


Every time she saw him, he took her breath away. It was a corny line, she knew that, but it didn't matter. It was that and so much more.

"Hey," he said softly, grinning, melting her.

"Hey," she squeaked back.

Anthony was 6 foot, blonde and the most gorgeous thing Carrie had set eyes on.

A silence settled between the two of them. He wasn't supposed to be here. Not with her. He had a girlfriend, and Amanda was her friend. But she could be friends with him, right? She sighed. It was all too confusing, too much guesswork.

"What?" he asked her, reading the confusion written on her face.

"What are you doing here?"

He shrugged. "Can't I visit?"

Carrie arched an eyebrow. "You know what I mean."

Anthony rolled his eyes. "You've been avoiding me at school and I know you blocked me... I figured now was as good a time as any to talk to you."

It had been a month ago. She hadn't fully gotten over it yet.

"Well, what am I supposed to say?" she asked, more aggression coming through than she had intended.

His face softened. "So just because I'm going out with Amanda means that you and me just..."

His voice trailed off.

"There was never a 'you and me'" Carrie replied tearfully.

Anthony grasped her hand. "But what if there was?"

Carrie was shocked. What exactly did he mean?

She shook her head, not believing a word he said.

He dropped her hand. "If that's how it is."

"No. That's how it has to be."

Anthony held her gaze, then turned and left.

Carrie felt the tears begin to fall.

The rest o the day went by in a whir. She couldn't remember anything, just the sight of Anthony turning and leaving, an unreadable expression written on his face. Catching the train home had once been her moment of solitude, but now he invaded it.

Once again, Carrie felt the tears begin to fall.

Carrie grasped the small, baby-pink card in one hand, the matching envelope fallen on the floor.

Her other hand was wiping the tears.

The tears that just hadn't stop falling.

Well, that was a release as well. Not really. But yeah. It kind of continues from One Step To Falling, but I don't like having to end it here. I may continue, and just scrap the last paragraph here.

This one is a bit cryptic I guess, but nothing really that big happened to me. I just felt like making myself all sad and everything about it.

Weird huh? Lol. Ah wellz. It was fun while it lasted.


Anywayz, R/R, coz you know that I love them!

NGIR readers: I'm getting through Chapter 30. Then you will have a treat of TWO chapters... when I finish anyway! Haha. It IS getting along though, isn't it?

AND... one more thing. Just a note. xsummerbabyx is BACK! Yay! Hehe.