this is the beat of my heart { winter

tag: @winterpatterson

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This is gospel for the fallen ones Locked away in permanent slumber Assembling their philosophies From pieces of broken memories Oh, this is the beat of my heart, this is the beat of my heart Oh, this is the beat of my heart, this is the beat of my heart The gnashing teeth and criminal tongues conspire against the odds But they haven't seen the best of us yet If you love me let me go If you love me let me go 'Cause these words are knives that often leave scars The fear of falling apart And truth be told, I never was yours The fear, the fear of falling apart Oh, this is the beat of my heart, this is the beat of my heart Oh, this is the beat of my heart, this is the beat of my heart This is gospel for the vagabonds, Never-do-wells and insufferable bastards Confessing their apostasies Led away by imperfect impostors Oh, this is the beat of my heart, this is the beat of my heart Oh, this is the beat of my heart, this is the beat of my heart Don't try to sleep through the end of the world Bury me alive 'Cause I won't give up without a fight If you love me let me go If you love me let me go 'Cause these words are knives that often leave scars The fear of falling apart And truth be told, I never was yours The fear, the fear of falling apart Oh, the fear of falling apart Oh, the fear, the fear of falling apart Oh (This is the beat of my heart) The fear of falling apart Oh (This is the beat of my heart) The fear of falling apart Oh (This is the beat of my heart) The fear of falling apart Oh (This is the beat of my heart) The fear of falling apart

for the fallen ones

New York City was huge compared to Winchester, he wasn't so sure why it was the best idea to come here. Maybe it was because he wanted to explore the world, get out of his comfortable town and get out there. Of course he was going to have to adjust, but he had been there for two years, so it only seem reasonable he adjusted quite well. In which he really did, but Henry was a different story. He could tell things were still rocky for his older brother. It was like he wasn't use to the change, just because of how they grew up. How things always changed for them and having been in the house they were in for a while, it had seemed like things were just slowly changing all over again for him. But Alaric seemed fine, he liked it here. He could get spotted if he wanted to, go into modeling like he wants to, or just live the life he has always lived. Going through every day with another day expecting something different. Expecting something more to come out of it. Which it was the case, especially at school.

Alaric knew it was one of those days that he just didn't really know what he was doing, like he did, but at the same time he didn't. Winter changed their schedule up, with not being able to go out, but having him come to her. Which was alright for him, but at the same time he didn't like coming to work for him to get embarrassed all over again. It was like he was a trophy or something. Of course he loved her, but at the same time it just different. Being in front of her co-workers with them gawking at him and staring him down. He knew they were probably picturing him and them together, probably having long walks on the beach, him talking seductively to them in his English accent. Something they all wished they had, a hot guy with an accent to call their own.

Alaric had stopped at the local sandwich shop that was close by to him picking up two foot-longs with potato chips and drinks. He headed towards the bookstore that Winter had called her place of work. With it being midday he wondered how busy it was going to be, hopefully not so. He would have rather enjoyed it to be somewhat quiet, a little bit more peaceful. God he was starting to become his brother in a way. The bell to the door rang as he walked through, with the bag of food in his hand and his eyes wandering for Winter. He didn't know where she was going to be at today, whether it was at the cash register or somewhere else exploring the store.

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winter loved student teaching, she loved being so close to fulfilling her dream of being a kindergarten teacher. it was quite easily one of the greatest things she'd ever done. she knew that a lot of people had no clue what they wanted to do with their lives. and some chose teaching, only to back out when they got to student teaching. but not winter. she loved working with bobbie and spending time with all the little ones. if anything, it had just solidified everything for her. winter was gonna be a miss. patterson soon - maybe she'd even be a mrs. dresden soon? who knew. she could definitely dream though. the problem with being a student teacher was she was wasting time that could have been spent working. which meant that she had a lot of time to make up for at work. because as amazing as student teaching was, it just wasn't making any money and it wasn't paying any of the bills and heaven knew there was lots of those. this would be her last year of college and while she'd done her best to keep up with paying off student loans, it was all starting to pile up pretty fast. so she'd been picking up extra shifts whenever she could manage it and there were times she considered a second job. its not that she couldn't make ends meet, she just didn't like just barely making ends meet. she liked having a little extra money at the end of the month. she loved imaginary things and she hated the concept that money made the world go round, but she knew better then to just pretend that it wasn't true. she lived in new york city now, somewhere far larger and busier than winchester had ever been. definitely not the kind of place where you could afford to be broke.

but winter loved her job at the bookstore far too much to consider quitting and getting a better paying job. her breaks could be spent searching through the new arrivals, finding books that she could read or even books that she might be able to read to the little ones at the school. and throughout the day, she could remake herself hot chocolate. heaven knew she was addicted to that stuff and the bookstore had only made it that much worse. a couple of her mugs had come from fellow co-workers who'd noticed her obsession with collecting them. the bookstore had just been an ideal place to work while she'd been working on getting her college degree, really it had been a steal when she'd come across the 'now hiring' sign. she was really gonna miss the little shop when she graduated from college and found a full time teaching career. it had been a fun place to relax and a great place to just curl up in a ball and study for exams. she loved seeing the ever loyal customers who appreciated being greeted by name and the friendly hospitality. if hadn't been so determined to be a teacher, she might have considered full time employment there. maybe she could have gotten a promotion by now, a raise or something. but she loved the idea of being a teacher even more than she loved working at the bookstore and her student teaching had just cemented everything for her. besides, it wasn't like she couldn't come back and say hi to people. and she'd always be recommending the place to any book lovers. because sure, some large bookstore was great, but a small little bookstore with a loft for reading and a coffee shop proved to be the better option.

that being said, the bookstore was rarely ever what one might have called busy. or at least not what a bigger bookstore might have called busy. for them, busy was ten customers in the store at once. and to top it off, today they had gotten in at least ten boxes of new books that had to be labelled and shelved before closing time. all in all, it was a pretty hectic day for her. one of the other girls that she worked with had called in sick and they couldn't find a replacement. she hadn't even noticed that she wasn't gonna make her lunch with alaric until about ten minutes before she was supposed to be there. she'd had to text him and ask him to bring lunch for the both of them and hope it wouldn't ruin their lunch. ten minutes later the bookstore clerk had come in and told her she'd have ten minutes of they'd force her to take a break. oops. that was a warning if ever there was one. winter flashed them a smile before picking herself up off the ground where she'd been sitting, dusting off her pants. she rarely ever wore anything fancier than jeans to work. there was no telling just what she might end up doing. she went over to the coffee station and began to boil the water. both her and alaric's drink required hot water. she turned around, pulling her own hot chocolate ingredients out of the fridge and then grabbed a tea package. once the water heater was finished, she poured water into two glasses and quickly assembled their drinks. she heard the bell that signaled someone coming in and looked in that direction, smiling when she recognized him. winter grabbed their drinks and headed towards him. she had never been able to stop her smiling around him, and she didn't appear to be stopping today. hey there. that adorable english accent that everyone loved, but sounded so much like his, laced her words. do you wanna go upstairs? i'm the only one on break so it'd be just us?

967 words for alaric

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