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Post by Deleted on Feb 26, 2013 17:42:37 GMT -8
I had a state test today for writing, and this is based on one of the things I had to write... BU Enjoythelamenessandjustyeahidekwhyiwrotethis He hoped she would like it, she meant a lot to him. Marko looked at the box in his hand, hoping he had gotten her the right thing. She did like mythology, right? She did talk about it at times, and the subject did make her smile an awful lot.
He looked at the door at her apartment, figuring he might as well go through with it. '...What if she thinks it's a prank?' he thought, smiling a bit nervously. Ah, yes, his beloved was born on April 1st. She had told him about the things her siblings had pulled on her, reluctantly of course because she found the subject a bit embarrassing.
He lifted his free hand up and hesitantly knocked on the door. "Just a moment!" he heard faintly from the other side. Well, no turning back now. "...Ah, I hope I didn't get the wrong thing..." he muttered, shuffling a bit nervously. He has been with the Greek woman for a while, the Bulgarian didn't want to mess anything up.
He was pulled out of his train of thought when the door opened, revealing a slightly startled Athena. Clearly she wasn't expecting him to drop by. Should he have called before hand? Oh, wait, that might have ruined the surprise, now wouldn't it?
"Oh, hello Marko." She smiled. Well, this seemed to be going to a good start so far. "Hey. I...I got you something," he rushed, handing the box over. Athena slowly took the present, suspicion clearly showing on her features.
"You know you didn't have to get me anything..." "Yeah, but, well, I felt like it." "Oh?" "...Just shut up and open your gift."
The woman let out a small laugh as she took off the wrapping paper. She opened the box to find...another box, small enough to fit in the first.
"...What?" "Just open it."
Athena opened the second box and in it was yet another box. The Bulgarian smiled slightly at the look of frustration as she opened that box only to find another. He couldn't help but pull something small on her. Besides, it was amusing to see her getting so worked up over boxes.
"...Don't tell me there's another box in this one." "I don't know, open it and see." "If there is, I will-" "Will what?" "....Murder you and dump your body in the Thames." "Oh, as if you could kill me." "....Sh-Shut up."
He laughed, knowing she would never carry out the threat in the first place. The Greek opened the newest box and her expression changed to one of slight shock. Marko's smile turned a bit nervous as Athena continued to stare into the contents. She opened her mouth to say something, but no words came out.
"Do you...like it?" he asked softly. She nodded as she pulled out her gifts. A plush chimera and a plush hippogryph. Next thing he knew, she hugged him. "Where did you get these?! They're so cute!" she smiled. "For me to know and for you to hopefully never find out," he laughed, gently caressing her head. Athena pouted slightly, but he paid no mind to it.
"Hey, if I told you, then it would ruin the mystery of it all, no?" "...Hmph." "Well, I suppose I won't get more then." "H-H-Hey, no need to go th-that far!"
After a minute or two of talking, she finally let him into the apartment. While her back was faced to him, he quickly pulled something out of his pocket. The other two things were just extras, only diverting her attention away from the real gift.
He put the object around her neck, hooking the clasp as she froze in place. "Happy birthday," he whispered, wrapping his arms around her waist as she looked at the necklace. The chain was silver, and hanging on it was a small angel made of silver and diamond. "...It's beautiful. You didn't have to..." "I know. I wanted to."
Ah, how he spent so much on the woman in front of him. It was worth it, for her smiles were worth more than anything. They were dear to him, just like the rest of her. Oh, he was a lucky man. A very lucky one indeed...
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I am so sorry, I don't know why I did this...I just...I can't... He stayed silent, tears running down his face. He never meant for it to happen, not like this. He should have been more careful, he should have protected her from harm. He should have stayed by her side, he shouldn't have let her leave.
But he did. She went to get...something. She was in a rush, not even telling him what the thing was. She left, and he didn't even go after her. What a mistake was that? Everything was fine when she got what she needed, but coming back...well, not so much.
It was late, rain everywhere. Before long, a car swerved out of control and drove right into her. He couldn't believe the news when he heard. He rushed to the hospital, hoping she was alright. He prayed everything was fine, but he couldn't shake the feeling that there was something wrong. That nothing was alright. That something terrible happened.
He fought his way through hospital staff to get to her room. They held him back, telling him to calm down. How could he calm down? The love of his life was lying in a bed, he couldn't just stand by and wait. Then, he heard a flat line. He burst into the room, ignoring the shouts he was earning.
This couldn't be happening, it just couldn't. She was gone, and he never had the chance to say goodbye. He was ushered away from his love's body, which was surely growing colder as time past. What was he going to do without her? Nothing would ever be the same, love itself would never be the same.
They had already planned everything out. They were to be married, then afterwards they would have children together. They often argued as to how many, though at some point they made a compromise. Heck, they even started picking out what names they liked best. But now, those fantasies would never happen. Those dreams would never become a reality. That ring he had bought would just sit in that small, black velvet box, no longer having any meaning to it.
He looked at the flowers he held in his hands. His tears continued to roll down his cheeks as he placed them on that coffin. The viewing was just awful. It was almost too much, seeing her rest so peaceful. She looked stunning, as always, but just seeing her made his throat tighten. Knowing that she would never wake up was heartbreaking. He just couldn't stand it. The grief was killing him, it was overwhelming.
He took in a small breath as they began to lower her coffin into the ground. He wanted to look away, more than anything, but he couldn't take his eyes off the sight. It was just sealing in what he already knew. It was just proof that she was never coming back. That she was gone from his life forever.
It began to rain, like on that tragic night he had lost her. People began to make their leave, but he stood there, letting himself be drenched to the bone. He fell to his knees in front of the freshly covered grave, no longer able to keep from sobbing.
He wept, he screamed and cried until his voice was hoarse. He begged for some sort of miracle. He needed her by his side. His life meant nothing without her. He said how much he regretted everything. He should have kept her from leaving, he should have made some excuse to make her stay. But it was far too late, he couldn't rewind back in time like everything was a movie.
He wanted to forget, more than anything. He wanted to forget her death, he wanted to forget he ever loved her, he wanted to forget even meeting her. At least then maybe the pain would go away. Maybe he would have some peace of mind. Even if the pain still stayed, at least he wouldn't know why.
But how could he just let himself forget? She was beautiful, she was amazing, she was his universe. She was the one he fell in love with, the one he wanted to spend his life with. He couldn't just simply give up all those cherished memories of her just because he wanted all the grief to go away.
Days, weeks, months, years. Time moved on, but he was still stuck in the past. He could never bring himself to move on. He knew that she would have wanted it, but he couldn't. No one else could compare to her. He would feel as if he was trying to replace her if he tried to go on with his life.
Every weekend he would take out that small box, staring at the contents. A beautiful diamond ring, the one he got just for her. She would have loved it, probably would have cried out of joy. He would spend hours crying, his voice not able to say anything but her name. Every memory of her only choked him, tears threatening to spill over.
He never got rid of any of her things, it's as if a part of him thinks she would come back if he leaves things the way they were. But that would never happen. She will never walk through that door again, and he knew it. He knew it but...he just couldn't accept the fact.
He closed the black box, regretting that he never had the chance to say those four words. Four simple words that would have been preceded by the three he had always told her. The three that he said whenever he had the chance to, whether it was when she was upset or when she was ecstatic. Those seven words in total, which meant more than anything else. The ones he would have to get on one knee to say.
"I love you, will you marry me?"
They swirled around his brain, never letting him forget that he would never say it. He looked at the gun in his hand. It was all too much. He had been depressed from the very start, from her death until now. Nothing helped, people treated it as though it would go away. It didn't, and now he was going to end it all. He brought the gun up to his head.
At least he would see his beloved again. They could be together once more. He would finally be happy, truly happy for once. He could discard the mask he kept around everyone he knew. He could finally be at peace. A small smile crept onto his face, letting those tears fall down. He wasn't sad, he wasn't scared. Not one bit.
"I know you're probably crying yourself, seeing me like this. Probably yelling for me to not do it. I can't take it anymore, being so far away from you like this. It's killing me inside, my heart is far beyond any sort of repair. It's in pieces, nothing can ever heal it. Time only just stomps on it, shattering it even more. But now, we can be together again. I can finally hold you in my arms, I can finally see your face again, I can finally run my fingers through your hair, I can finally caress your face, I can finally be next to you once more. So just wait, I'll join you soon. Then, neither of us will be sad again. We can finally be together again... So please, don't be sad... I'm doing this because I loved you, I still love you, and no matter how much time passes, I will continue to love you and only you... See you soon, my love..."
Then he pulled the trigger, his world going dark. Rain began to hit the window of his bedroom, and all across London people could have sworn that the loud crash of thunder at the start of it resembled a woman's scream.
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Post by Deleted on Mar 3, 2013 10:22:38 GMT -8
She watched over him, each moment hoping that he would get better. The sight of him crying was sad, for years he never got over her. Why did he not move on? He deserved better, he deserved to have a second change at love. He shouldn't have to grieve any longer...but he did, he never got over her. It was heartbreaking.
She never did expect to leave in such a way. She was ripped right out of his life with a crash, swerving tires were heard but it was too late. Then she knew it was too late for her. Her eyes had felt heavy, her world was fading. She was rushed to the hospital, they tried all they could to help her. Her breaths were faint, she had a hard time keeping her eyes open. She smiled slightly at the sound of her love's muffled voice. So he did come, too bad she wouldn't be able to see him again.
She looked at the foot of her bed, seeing a tall man in a black suit. Black hair, dark eyes, a permanent frown on his face. He walked to her side, but she wasn't scared. She knew this was the end for her. She closed her eyes and he placed his hand on her head.
There was a long beep from the heart monitor.
She opened her eyes, now standing by the man's side. She saw her love rush in and go to her body's side. She wanted to call out to him, to reassure him that everything would be alright. But she couldn't. He couldn't see her, her voice couldn't reach his ears. She only cried as she was led away by the man, leaving the one she loved dearly behind with what was left with her.
She watched her own funeral from up above, watching her loved ones mourn for her. She wished for them to be happy soon. One by one they began to leave, until only one was left. The sight of him sobbing and screaming was too much for her to bear. She covered her ears and shut her eyes tightly, but the image and sound replayed through her head. They shook her very being, they ripped her heart to pieces.
Years passed and she continued to watch over him. She was always worried about his well being, wanting him to stay safe. She prayed for him to get on with life, but he only looked to the past. Why was that? Surely there were more fish in the sea, no? He was a handsome man, he would have no problem looking for another.
Then that tragic day that nearly destroyed her. Her love, sitting in his room, with that gun in his hand. Surely he wasn't going to do what she thought he was. Then he began to speak and her breath was taken away. She was shocked, to say the least. She didn't expect him to feel that way about her death. Tears rolled down her cheeks.
"No...don't...please don't. If you really loved me, you wouldn't do it. You wouldn't die. You would move on, find someone else, settle down, raise a family. I'm gone, please just accept that and set the gun down. I hate seeing you like this, I really do. I never wanted to bring you pain and misery. So please, don't do it... Don't..."
BANG.
More tears fell as she let out a long, loud scream. This wasn't supposed to happen. He wasn't supposed to let his depression overtake him. He was better than that. She hugged herself and cried, her chest tightening. She had seen her love kill himself, and it was the worst thing she ever felt.
Just when it seemed her weeping wouldn't end, she felt a hand on her shoulder. She looked over, her heart stopping. There he was, standing right next to him with such a pained smile on his face. He knew how upset she would have been, and now he saw it. She hugged him tightly, afraid to let go. It seemed to good to be true. He ran his fingers through her hair, trying to calm her nerves.
"Shhhh.... It's alright.... I'm here now, everything will be fine...."
All she could do was nod and bury her face into his shoulder. Now her tears had a new meaning. No longer were they caused by the overwhelming sadness, but because of the joy of being reunited with her lover. The man who cheered her up whenever she was feeling down. The one who would have given her the whole world if she asked for it. He was the man who had sworn to be by her side, no matter what.
He had kept his promise until the end, and for that she was grateful for.
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Post by Deleted on Mar 5, 2013 17:31:07 GMT -8
Athena looked at the man next to her, remembering when they first met. It was a strange meeting, that she had to admit. It was an average day, filled with unexpected events.
Cold water, glass everywhere, though despite all the bad things that happened she was glad that one good thing came out of it.
She must have came off as a klutz, but she didn't care. Marko was kind to her right off the bat, he helped her when no one else would. Apparently chivalry wasn't dead yet. His kind actions were something she would never forget so easily.
Iain sighed softly, looking at the half-finished invention on his desk. Surely the agents wouldn't like it, not one bit. Then again, neither would Arthur, since the man unknowingly paid for all of the expenses out of his own pocket.
The Scot would have finished it by now, but there was something on his mind. Or rather, someone. Her soft hair, her bright eyes, her melodic voice... She was taking over his thoughts.
He couldn't help but think about her. She was wonderful, she was absolutely magnificent in every way. She was the most gorgeous thing he had ever seen.
Nico blushed slightly. How could he assume she liked Heracles? The nerve of the man, was he trying to make her mad?
"Aw, you look like a tomato~!" Then he laughed.
Why must he tease her? This was so embarrassing. He was like a little brother to her, and he sure acted like one at the moment. Who wouldn't tease their older sibling when finding out they fell for someone?
"Let me guess, you're probably like Romeo and Juliet just minus the dying part!"
What?...
"Heracles, oh Heracles! Wherefore art thou Heracles!"
Oh, Andrei had gone too far with that.
She could always brighten up his mood, whether unintentionally or not. She was the sun in his day, always able to make rain clouds flee when she came around. Lili was a kind girl, the sweetest Donald had ever met.
She made his heart beat like a drum when she laughed. Every time she smiled, he could feel his breath being taken away. She was his angel sent from heaven above, that much he knew. She meant the world to him, and she always would.
That's why he would protect her. Then she can continue to smile without any care.
Even if it was a lame habit, Peter tended to chase birds when they clustered around in a park. He loved chasing them off and seeing them fly away. Sometimes he wished they could stay for a bit, not be scared and let him play with them for a bit in some way. Of course, they were birds, it wasn't like he could do much with them anyway...
Well, besides making them poo on business men.
Peter looked at the sky, watching the newest flock fly off. He reached his hand up and caught a feather that slowly drifted down.
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Post by Deleted on Mar 5, 2013 18:03:17 GMT -8
"Aw, look at you, getting all flustered. Come on, tell me, who is it?"
Carmen looked to the side. She knew Estelle for a long while, but no way would she admit her feelings towards the French woman. She already knew the other had feelings for someone else, so it was hopeless to confess now. She was too late.
"For the last time, I don't like anyone." "Your blush begs to differ~. Oh, is he in the government?"
The Spaniard sighed slightly. She would never be able to escape Estelle's teasing, that much she knew. Oh well, she'll tolerate it.
Francis looked at the people around the casino, trying to try their luck and win some cash. He was currently at the bar area, drinking a glass of whine. He wasn't exactly in the highest of spirits at the moment.
Everyone around him were making love seem as if it were a chore, something they had to bother doing. They didn't understand what true love was. They didn't know how it feels, nor do they know that it's something you don't want to give up.
They have ulterior motives. Unlike them, he doesn't. His intentions are pure through and through.
Vash was alone in his hospital room, watching whatever was on tv. He wasn't paying much attention to the actors, or even the show, since he was in too much pain. How could that damn Kirkland let him lose a kidney? Really? Oh, once he was out of here he would-
He heard the door open and looked over to see who entered. Lili. Great, how was he going to explain this?
"How do you lose a kidney when working for a bank?!"
"...The government is cruel. If someone doesn't pay debts, they take it out on the bank employees."
"He's a great guy, really!" "He can't be all that great if you met him in a casino of all places!" "He helped me when no one else would!" "Helped you?! Helped you with what?! Wasting your money?!"
Athena couldn't take anymore of this. Why was her oldest brother so upset over this? She called her family she hadn't seen on the visit to tell her about her engagement, and invite them to the wedding. Though, as to why her oldest brother was upset, she didn't know. She was done with the arguing.
"...Think what you want, I don't care."
Nikolai was shocked when he saw his big sister nearby. He could tell she noticed him too. She was caught off guard as well, even a bit scared. So she still was terrified of him? He couldn't blame her, he was a monster then...
He began making his way far away from Anya as he could. He wasn't ready to talk to her again, the pain of rejection still stung at the mere thought of her. It would be too much if she spoke to him.
He watched silently from an alley as she looked for him in the crowd.
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His temper was like a flame, once sparked it consumes anything too keep itself going. It didn't help that anything could strike that match and cause him to explode. Nothing would survive his wrath, not even that child...
Andrei looked at the small corpse in front of him, a small clink of his gun hitting the ground. He didn't mean for it to happen. He was just a conman, nothing more. Yet he hurt, no, killed, an innocent child.
He knelt next the cold body. She couldn't have been older than six...
He said a soft apology before walking away.
He had a cold gaze that sent shivers down anyone's spine. Emotionless, indifferent, uninterested. Many other words could describe the elder Bondevik son. He was known for his "attitude" he had. People saw him as blunt and rude, though he just said what he felt and nothing more.
His words were frozen, never have they been warm and comforting. They just showed how much of a snowy wasteland his soul must be. Everyone assumed that he had a frozen heart as well, probably destroyed by frostbite.
If only they realized it takes a warm heart to unfreeze one of ice.
Miguel walked to the university, that usual smile of his on his face.
His classmates found him weird, since he almost always was in a good mood. Not once has he appeared to be upset in any way. Angry and stressed, yes, but never depressed or sad. He always pushed through whatever troubles came his way and tried to help others with their problems.
Yes, he was a strange kid. He plays around, he says random trivia, and he doesn't mind sharing his opinions, despite how odd they may seem.
He was just a giant cheese ball filled with cheer.
Nico laughed as she gave her partner in crime a high-five. Everything went wonderfully. Andrei had distracted everyone with his theatrics, and while that went on she stole what was needed. Nothing could have went better. And now, they were eating Chinese takeout at her place.
"That was great!" "What was great was your act! Best one by far!" "Ahahaha. My act would be useless if it wasn't for your mad thieving skills!"
They clanged their little cardboard boxes together, large smiles on their faces. Of course, they could hear police sirens already. As usual, they just passed right by.
Lili was blushing, her face a dozen shades of red. She hadn't expected the action, not one bit. Not to mention her brother walked right in when it happened.
Next thing she knew, Vash grabbed his gun and chased the poor kid right out the shop. "D-Don't hurt him!" she called after the Swiss man, but her plea fell on deaf ears.
She sighed slightly, going back to her duties. She was worried, yes, but there wasn't much she could do when her brother got so worked up. How else was he supposed to react to some guy kissing her?
A small shop on the middle of his city was one of his favorite places to be. Novels lining the walls, some old and some new. Varying sizes and thickness, each one not like the rest. It was comforting in a way, he favored far more than his own home.
It wouldn't be odd for a passerby to see Lukas hanging around the store, especially by the section where the fables, tall tales, and fairy tales all were located. If anyone were to be lucky, they could start a conversation about the books. Perhaps earn a small smile as well.
Mihai looked over at the blond Englishman. Arthur was a hardworking person, it was as if he was married to his job. Such a shame, since the Romanian would've liked to know the other on a "more than coworker/friend" sort of relationship.
It was like the Kirkland had cast some sort of spell on him to make him feel this way. He never expected to fall for someone, but it happened. It was as if he was hit by Cupid's arrow and dragged into this strange magic called love.
...Well, actually, it was more like being hit by Cupid's moped.
It's hard to explain his line of work. Vash can't exactly flat out say he's an agent. Especially to his sister. God, his sister... Lili could get hurt, he didn't want that to happen. That's why he lies.
"How was work today?" "Ah, the bank was busy as a bank can be."
He doesn't want to, but he has to. For her sake.
Someday, something will happen where he can't cover up. It will just continue to get harder to keep it hidden from her. And if she were to find out...he just hopes she'll understand why he did it.
The job of a broker is no easy task, Jia knew that very well. Sure, he had to just keep an ear out for information, but he also had to remember and share it. If he couldn't commit it to memory, well, that would be a problem.
He doesn't go snooping for the latest new. No, he just picked whatever he heard that seemed useful from whatever conversations that were happening around him. Being a bartender had its perks, since every conversation had at least one side intoxicated beyond help.
Jia would serve them, being that fly on a wall.
So many memories, some good and others bad. Snow always makes him think of his life back in Belarus. It was nice, calming even. Though, sometimes recent memories of London overshadow the ones of his childhood.
Red. Everywhere. So beautiful against the pure white of snow, yet a terrible sight altogether. Death is a beauty, especially on winter days. Nikolai recognizes that beauty, but he doesn't like it.
He has to kill people, and every day he goes by living his life in regret. He could have easily spared them, but he chose not to. Always he had shot them.
Heracles looked out the window. It was a nice day for a vacation, that he had to admit. He couldn't wait to reach his destination. His home. Greece.
He glanced at the seat next to him, smiling softly at the sleeping person. He had brought Nicoleta along, since she sort of insisted on coming. Besides, she did need a break anyway. Surely whatever job she had was tiring, since she usually holed herself up in his room during daylight hours.
His smile widened as he returned his gaze out the window. The plane ride there was always the best part.
She crossed her arms, looking out of her window. She didn't expect him to come this late, and throw small rocks at her window of all places. Surely there was a better way to get her attention, right?
"Fair maiden, please make your way out of your castle and join me out in your garden. Or, at least, let me have the honor of entering your lovely castle."
Lili laughed softly, finding Donald's words rather entertaining. She couldn't help but play along.
"But charming prince, my brother is asleep. Surely he would notice if I left or let you in!"
There are many ways someone can see the metaphorical cup. Some see it half-empty, others half-full, with the occasional full with two separate contents. She, on the other hand, sees it empty. Lacking what she wants it to have.
And what does she yearn to be in that cup?
Hope. Love. Happiness. Joy. Laughter. Smiles.
Instead, it's full of pain, misery, tears, cries, screaming, and sadness.
So that cup is always empty, no matter how she looks at it. All she might try to think it's full, Athena knows better.
If only she can find someone to change her mind.
Daniel looked at his watch. He was going to be late...once again.
It seems like every time he tries to visit, something comes up and causes him to be tardy to his "meeting". At least this time he managed to get some flowers...
He stopped at the crosswalk, since it glowed a bright red. He looked around, seeing couples walk by. He wouldn't admit it, but he felt some sort of...envy. Surely no one would ever want to be with someone like him. He wasn't exactly...
He would just continue life with longing, waiting for fate to change is path.
Patience wasn't one of his best known qualities. In fact, he was anything but, depending on how long he had been waiting.
Lukas got to his feet, the sight of the bar getting boring. He should have known better, since sometimes women never keep up to their promises.
Walking out of the building, no longer wishing to wait anymore. That's all he ever did, wait. Whether it was for a person, or some sort of miracle, he was just left there, expecting to wait it all out. But he couldn't.
He can't sit around when it might not even happen.
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Post by Deleted on Mar 14, 2013 19:00:44 GMT -8
A bus stop. Rain. All of it was a routine, so to speak. I knew to expect anything, especially in...my state. I know fully well who I am, or rather, what I am. Just a thing that people toy with, making me do what they wish whether it's funny or depressing.
I'm a puppet with many puppeteers, though only a few I can stand. Others are just so terrible... Jesus Christ, it's like they never took grade school. How can they expect to pass through life with grammar like that?
"...Hey, stop staring, I know you're there."
It's true, I know you're sitting in front of that screen, staring down at me. Or rather, at these words. But it's fine, I don't mind. You look at all the other posts on here, I'm just another character to you.
It's true, I'm like all the other's around here. But we all have a conscious mind, we know what we are and how our only purpose is for not only your amusement, but your friends' as well. All of you make us go through so much, whether it's happy or not. How do you think we feel when you write those angst-filled drabbles? We're more affected by it than you. It...really gets us. You don't even consider our own feelings. You just pair us with whoever, make us die... It's a lot to handle at times...
"Well, are you just going to stay silent or are you going to say something?" I sigh. "Look, the name's Daniel."
...Yes, I'm that Daniel. I'm Hungarian, I have brown hair, and I have green eyes. I'm not the one from Amnesia: The Dark Descent, and I'm not any other Daniel you might have heard about. I'm this Daniel. Nice to actually introduce myself to you for once instead of you reading that application, even if I probably screwed it up..
"Well, pleasure to officially meet you, I guess." I put my hands in my pockets. To be honest, this is all very awkward. I know every character on this site yet...I don't know you. You gave life to one, or more, of the people I hang around. They wouldn't be here if it weren't for you. They wouldn't be the people I knew.
"Ahaha... I don't even know why I bother trying to speak. I know you can read everything else, so why...? Why do I try to act as if this conversation is real? Heh, I must be some sort of hopeful fool..."
It's true. Either way, you know what I want you to know. Whatever words are here, you read them all and know them. As for me, well, I'm not a "mind reader".
"I think it's because I want it to seem more natural, in some sense."
Though, I don't get what's so natural about the situation at all. You're there, and I'm here. An illuminated screen separates the two of us. Time passes by for you, but to me everything...seems long. It's just this bright white room, and it's only me in it. I try to pass the time until something feature me then I'm on the set, acting out whatever it is to the screen, or screens, in front of me.
"I have to admit, I'm glad it's you. Out of anyone it could possibly be, I'm happy it's you."
It's true. I'm...fascinated by you. The things you type are marvelous, your words always manage to bring a smile to my face. "Just knowing you're on the other side of that screen makes my heart pound in joy."
My face flushes as I glance at the ground. My heart feels like a hummingbird locked inside a cage, trying to get out. How embarrassing, admitting this to you. Well, too late to take it back.
"It's a bit early for this....but......promise me...that you'll come back..." Whether it's to this piece of text or something else where I'm included. I might forget in that white room when you read this again, but at least I can go through it all over. At least it will be you, reading this once more. I might not get a fond memory from this that will last, but I hope that you do. That you can look back at this some day along the line and smile.
I grin.
You really do have a nice smile. I like it, I think it's really nice. It makes you look even more beautiful. You practically glow...
I sigh, leaning against the sign. Was it always there? Probably, since it is a bus stop after all. Why I'm at a bus stop at all places, I don't know. I would have preferred somewhere less...lame, but I have to work with what I have.
"Next time, I promise it will be somewhere nicer. Hm... How about Carmen's cafe? Is that good enough? Perhaps it can even be a date of sorts... Th-That is, if you want it to be."
We could make it work out. I eat my food here, you eat your good there. We can smile at each other from out sides of the screen. That date can be like this, replaying as many times as you want for you but always a first for me.
...Well, that is if I forget.
What if I do remember? Will I feel the same as you when you go through everything again? Would I be glad to relive the moment? I can't say for sure... All I can do is hope that I remember when this is over. I promise that I'll try to remember, for both of our sakes.
"Well, I'm glad that I was able to spend this time with you, even if it is for a little while."
I always watched you from afar. You see, that room...isn't empty. There a few things. Like a TV, for instance, with every existing channel on it. Well, you can't say there isn't anything to watch. Then there's also...a computer. While you look at the screen in front of you on yours, I see something...different. I can not only see what you're doing, but I can also see how you react to it. I don't know why such a things is there, but it is.
"Before you say anything, no, I don't stalk you."
It's true, I don't. I barely touch the damn thing. It just sits there collecting dust. But when I do use it...well, yeah, I do use it to see you. Your face always manages to cheer me up when I'm down. Just once glance and I'm good to go. One glance then I turn the machine off, not needing to see anything else. I bet the others do the same thing as well.
Well, I suppose the white room is more like a collection of white rooms. Sort of like a huge house, separated into different sections. When someone is added, a new room makes it's way into the layout. Yeah, we can chat and mingle, but there's so many people around it get's a bit overwhelming... I prefer to stay in my room. It's more cozier than you think.
"Well, I better get going. Besides, you must have better things to do than talk with a fictional character. I really do wish things were different. That I could actually physically be next to you, that I can hear your voice with my own ears, to actually hold you, to actually speak to you face to face without this screen in the way. I wish more than anything that I could be with you, but it's just impossible. I don't have a chance, I never did, and I never will... But I wish I did..."
My own words hurt. That's all I'll ever be to you, won't it? That's all I ever am to anyone, all I can really do is hope you think of me differently. That you understand me. I'm not asking you to feel the same way I do, but...I just wish that you actually think of me as a friend. I am always by your side, whether you may think I'm not. No matter what, I will be there because I...
"...love you."
Wow, I finally had the guts to say it. I see the bus making it's way down the street. Well, this is where we part for now. Until you find me elsewhere.
"I really hate leaving you like this. It feels like I'm ditching you..."
I laugh slightly, but I don't feel happy. It hurts, knowing there is a possibility I won't remember a second of this meeting. Of the moment I finally had the nerve to speak to you. Oh god, now I'm crying. How lame am I? I shouldn't be crying...but I can't stop.
"...See you around. Whether it's here or not, we'll meet again."
My voice cracked. The bus pulled up and its doors open. I give a small smile and wave before stepping on. The doors close as I take my seat, the vehicle starting towards it's destination.
"...I'll miss you."
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Post by Deleted on Mar 16, 2013 14:16:21 GMT -8
Alright, I'm just going to come right out with it. No beating around the bush. I'm just going to let it off my chest, and whatever happens, it happens for the best. We can even pretend none of this even happens when it's over, if that's what you want. Now, onto the main point of this long piece of text.
I love you.
"...You must think I'm insane, but I'm completely serious. I love you, even if I am nothing more than an object used to simply pass the time. I know that, but I can't help what I feel. You always manage to make my heart pound, to make butterflies flutter around in my stomach. It's like I'm put under a spell..."
Me, put under a spell? I know, a bit hard to believe, but it feels that way. Why else would I feel this way about a person who lives on the other side of that screen? I know next to nothing about you, yet I feel such strong emotions towards you. I only loved one other person and they...well, things didn't end entirely well. Saying that, you might have a clue of what my identity is.
"Trust me, if I could, I would shove myself through that screen to get to you..."
I would. I hate seeing you cry, it breaks my heart, especially knowing that I can't give you comfort. Then when people ask, you play it off as if it's no big deal. It kills me inside, whenever you fake a smile just so others have to worry. Don't you know that you're just making everything worse for yourself?...
But I can see that everything isn't alright. I might not know why you're upset, but I know that you are and that's all that matters. I don't want to see you cry again and act as if you are happy as ever. At least make an effort to show people how you feel. They're your friends, if you don't want to tell all of them then just tell one how you feel and ask them for advice. Not just anyone, one that you can trust and can understand what you're saying.
"Look at me, ranting like this..." I'm a bit embarrassed, because I'm just trailing on. Gah, I never really get this way, yet here I am, spilling everything out.
"I have to admit, I don't remember the last time I've been at ease. I mean, I was killed in a drabble a while back. That and I recently got my torso not only sliced open, but stitched back up as well."
Surely that information made my identity crystal clear. If not, I can't help but wonder if you don't care who I am, or are to much of an idiot to figure it out. I really hope it isn't either of those, then I would be the idiot for falling for you.
"Well, Nikolai here, whether or not you're happy about it, I'd rather not know..." All I can do is hope that you're happy. I mean, it's not like I can scare you from here, right? I can't exactly have any sort of advances... So perhaps it's best to be separated like this, then I won't have to worry about hurting you...
Though, others would. I can't protect you, can I? All I can do is have words that you read and hope that you feel some sort of comfort. That's all I really can do...
But at least you know my feelings for you, and that all I ever want is for you to be happy. So please, smile for my sake. Don't cry because I will always be there for you, until the end...
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I FOUND A POEM I WROTE TOWARDS THE LATE BEGINNING OF THE SCHOOL YEAR FOR EXTRA CREDIT MAN I THOUGHT I LOST THIS B'D Slenderman, the Slenderman, The one who has no face. Slenderman, oh Slenderman, Arms that beckon one to a "warm" embrace. Slenderman, the Slenderman, Your victims you like to chase, Slenderman, oh Slenderman, Will you or I win this race?
How about we play a game? In it, eight pages I have to find. Maybe mementos, keys, teddy bears, even poems, line by line. The more I collect, the closer you get, Always close behind. If I stop for even a second, I will be in quite a bind.
Slenderman, Slenderman, Your suit and tie pitch black, Your face as blank as paper, Expressions it always lacks. Whenever you're nearby, I know to never look back, For you will be standing there, Preparing for your attack.
That's my first rule in this game, For me to never turn around, Because right after there will be Your infamous static sound. The light of my "torch" you will follow, So that's why I point it towards the ground, I hope as I continue my search That I am never found.
This game is about survival, I'm sure you find it fun. Though, I can't say I agree, Because all I do is run. Hiding is useless, for my grave Is what my spot will become, So I keep moving, listening for your "Slenderful" hum.
Under that empty face is a smile. To you, this game must amuse. All I am is a worthless pawn, Discarded when you find me no use. Aren't you tired of me yet? Aren't you bored now? To keep me around for so long... What is your excuse? I suppose it doesn't matter... After all, for this poem, you are my "muse".
I wonder if you're aware of this... Do you have any clue? Though, don't get me wrong, Words can't describe my hatred for you. I have a feeling you feel they same way. You try so hard to make my life through. But as you can see, I'm perfectly find. Now, what will you do?
I have a feeling you're angry. Your blood, if you have any, must be boiling with rage. It's hard to believe that you, the Slenderman, About to have a hissy fit over a little page. I can't help but laugh at the thought. So, will you let this paper sit and age? Possibly, it all depends. Though, after this You're sure to put me in a cage.
I must ask, how would you get rid of it? Burn it with a bit of steel and flint? I don't see the use of that, All because of some small print. But go right on ahead, I won't stop you. I figured you're think of this as something less that lint. Just be aware if you do, there are Other ways to stay unsilent.
Perhaps literature, drawings, videos, Whichever it may be, it'll be carried out with care. All the while I'll guess the consequence Will be me ending up like that teddy bear. Please tell me this, where do your victims go? Do you display their corpses like trophies in your lair? Do you consume them? Flesh, bone and all? Or do they simply vanish, right into think air?
Go and hide in those forests, hidden by the trees, Follow from the shades, covered by the mist. It doesn't really matter which, I'm sure to be high on your list. I can't shake the feeling of you being around. This poem...I'm sure you got the gist. Fighting won't change anything, So I won't even raise a fist.
You might be wondering what my next move is. Perhaps I'll go "across the pond". Overall, I'm not sure. All I know is towards you, I am not fond, Though, between us, hunter and prey, There is an unwanted, deadly bond. Now is the time for me to say farewell for now, Because before you can find me, I must and will abscond.
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Letters not for sending... {Instead} This letter is a simple page torn out from a notebook. There is a lot of erase marks, signaling that the writer had a hard time trying to put his thoughts into words. The handwriting is neat, as if the writer put care into the letter. The page has been crumpled up and is now wrinkled, sitting on the writer's desk.
Dear Mom,
...I'm sorry, for everything. I...I always wanted to make you happy, to make you proud. That fight we had will always haunt me. I said such awful things, then...next thing I knew, you were gone. I know you're in a better place. Well, all I can do is hope so...
Things have been...complicated. So much happened, I don't even know where to begin. Well, for starters, I got that job after all. I'm unsure how you would have reacted to that, though for my sake I would imagine that you would be happy to see I'm going after what makes me happy. I also got a few pets, two little puppies. I think you would have liked them, they're really sweet and energetic. Sometimes I'm worried they might run out the door and into the street. Their names are Angyal and Lulu, though I'm sure you would have chose other names. Probably would have named them after some Romanian if I'd let you; You know fully well that I wouldn't. Well, maybe one...
You might be wondering how things are doing in the romance department. In all honesty, not so great. You see, I was with a...wonderful woman. She was everything that I could have wanted. I loved her so much... We were so happy together...
Then things went down hill. After a certain happening, my trust in her just went to the gutters. We argued, we exchanged harsh words, then we just had enough of each other. I don't know why she did what she did in the first place, but because of it what we had went downhill so fast... The healthy, and sane, thing to do was just end it before it got even worse. If worse was even possible at that point in time.
We still bump to into every now and then, but we only greet each other with pure hatred. If only things went differently... Maybe then we could have been happy together... Unfortunately, it seems as if we were just not meant to be. As much as I would wish she would drop off the face of the Earth, I do hope she finds true happiness with someone. She deserves at least that much...
That's all I have to say for now. I...I miss you, a lot. I hope that wherever you are, you're happy and carefree. Love you...
-Daniel
{For} This letter has been written and rewritten so many times, it is highly doubted that this is the original. It was written on a piece of copy paper and seems very rushed, as if the writer was about to go somewhere right after finishing. Some of the words seem to be squished together, but the space between them are obvious.
Dear Mother,
Hey, it's me... I know you probably have no idea who I am, since you left when I was just a boy. I pretty much figured why you left, and I don't blame you for it. Father was always...well, Father. He has flaws, yes, though was it really necessary to leave your children with him? Did you think he would have taken better care of us than you would have had? From what I can tell, you must have thought so.
I just want to know...why you left. I can think and speculate all I want, but that's nothing compared to the real reason. Also, I would like to know how things were for you after you left, and just how you are in general. I know it's hopeful wishing, even though I know it will never come true... I haven't the slightest clue as to where you even went, and I know if I asked Father he would probably throw a fit. Would be asking why I would want to know where my mother was. Would be questioning if my mother meant more to me than the company I would soon inherit. Yes, Father would be Father and we would get into one of our arguments that are infamous throughout the household.
Enough of that. No use in me going on about something that doesn't matter... I'm not saying that you don't matter, because you do, but that Father and the arguments we have don't matter.
The last thing I have to say is that I would like to meet you since you left, if you're even alive anymore. That and if you even want to see me. All I can say is that if you are out there somewhere, and actually know who I am, is that you're not ashamed of me... That...I actually make you proud, even if I don't make Father so. That's all I wish for above all else...
-Lukas
{Taking} This letter was written inside a card, one of the blank ones you can find in a shop. The front of the card is a simple floral design in black and white. There are many tear stains on the inside of the card where the letter is, as if the thought of writing was painful unto itself. The handwriting is shaky at some parts.
Dear Mama and Papa,
It's been a while since I've seen you. I really am sorry about that, since I don't get enough from my job to take such vacations as often as I would like. No need to worry about me, London is greater than I ever hoped for. It rains a lot, yeah, but I don't mind. It's a bit comforting, in a way.
Oh! I recently ran into big brother a while back. We got to catch up a bit. I'm glad to see he's been doing alright. It's one less sibling to worry about. Three more down and I can be happy as can be!
I hope everything is going fine for you two. I miss you guys a lot, and I figure you miss me as well. You're little girl moving so far away from home... I really am sorry I can't visit often. I want to see you guys more than anything...
A lot has happened in the time I spent living here. Much more than I would love to confess on paper. I'm not sure if I can even put any of it into words... Next time I see you, I'll try to, I promise. I'll go over everything from start to finish...
-Athena
{Away} This letter has been written on the first page of a book. It was written very carefully, and small enough so all the words could fit in it. The book lies under the writer's bed somewhere, and it isn't moving any time soon.
Dear Dad,
How have things been? And my siblings? Are they doing well too? What am I thinking? Of course they are, they have to be... Well, at least better than me. I recently ran into a bit of trouble myself, but that isn't important.
I'm glad that you're doing alright and I'm sorry if I'm troubling you in any way. I know you cared a lot for the family, especially after Mom died. Disappearing like I did must have been terrible, huh? It wasn't easy for me either. I did what I had to do. I was hesitant at first but...my sister, your daughter, gave me the push I needed to go through with it.
You shouldn't blame her, I know I don't. She did what she had to do, and I understand. I just can't believe it took that much for me to finally accept it...
Well, I hope everything goes well for you and the other two. I wish you guys the best of luck, and I hope you would wish the same to me in return. If not, it's fine. Not like I deserve it. I'm sorry that things can't go back to what they could have been.
-Nikolai
{Emotional} This letter is written on a wall in an alley somewhere. The words have faded, but it is still readable. The writer makes sure to come back and go over the sentences he put so much thought and care into every now and then, just so he knows that they will never be forgotten. The words have inspired others to write their own little letters on the wall somewhere, and each message is left there. The writer refers to the alley as "Last Words' Haven", thought he would never speak it aloud.
To my beloved parents,
I was going to write this on a piece of paper then hide it away, so i never see it again. Hide it for so long that I will forget the words I wrote, then forget it's existence entirely; Only to find it in my later years, and tear it up and throw it away.
If I'm lucky to live long enough.
I'm in a dangerous business, that I know very well. Doesn't mean I can just quit. It's too late for me now. I fell into a hole too deep. I dug myself my own grave. Can't help it, my fate was sealed when I took up that job a few years back.
I love my new life. I work for a lovely woman. She's like the sister I never had. It's funny, she usually acts like the younger one despite being older. I don't care though, I love her all the same. You would have loved her, mom, she would have reminded you of yourself when you were her age.
I love you guys, a lot. I think of you all the time. I know you would be disappointed in me. Especially using your names instead the one I was given at birth. A new life needs a new name, wouldn't you agree? Besides, it was the only thing I could do to feel as though you're closer to me, that you're always on my side. You two are like my guardian angels, huh?
I know that no matter what, you'll still continue to love me. I am your only child after all, it's a bit of an obligation, isn't it? Despite all that, I still miss you and wish you were here. That you could help me get out of that hole so I can go and find someone to settle down with without worrying that my cover would be blown. So that person will never get hurt because of me and my "occupation". But until then, I will keep living life in the fast lane, and hope I don't burn out before I have the chance to truly enjoy my life.
But maybe, just maybe, I'll shine bright enough to be someone's star. Even if I do burn out quickly, at least my light will affect someone.
-Your loving son, AM
{Weights} This letter was written on a piece of colored paper. It has been doodled on the sides, but that doesn't seem to matter. The whole thing has been ripped to shreds, then taped back together. The words are still readable, in some sense. It's currently buried under textbooks and old assignments.
Dear parents:
Hey guys!!! Man, it's been so long since I've seen you! I can't believe I made it to London, the flight was so long. e~e
Anyways, the city is great. I love it a lot. It's always so busy, though the rain is a bit of a routine. I always make sure to carry an umbrella around just in case. uwu
Classes are great, so no need to worry about that! \ouo/
Ah, if only I was more organized, then maybe I wouldn't have to spend the whole night looking for an assignment I barely finished...
Well, I hope you're doing well! I wish you could visit some time soon! I would more than enjoy to show you two around! Maybe I can introduce you to a few of my friends! If not, I understand. But still, you should fly over for the holidays!
See you guys soon, one way or another! Miss you guys! Love you! I gotta go now, got an essay to work on. eue;;;
-Miguel :)
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HAPPY EARLY BIRTHDAY MONA BU {Estelle} He was oddly calm for someone being shot. Surely she knew better than to assume he wouldn't try to save her. She meant a lot to him, and he wouldn't just stand by and let her die...especially if it was because of him. Strange for a hostage to die for his rescuer, huh?
He looked down and saw the blood soaking his shirt. "Just...put me out of my misery... I'll be fine, really..." he said with a small, pained smile. He was sad, yes, but it was for the best. "..No...NO! DON'T!" he heard a female voice cry. He didn't glance back at her as the barrel of the gun lined up between the center of his forehead.
BANG.
{Christyna} The room was spinning, his head getting foggy. How could he not see it before? He thought things could work out, but it wasn't meant to be. He's just glad she's happy. Surely there was no way for him to make her that way, that smile that lit up his days...
Francis felt...tired, in a way. He rested his head on the table in front of him. He knew better to drink that clear liquid, the one that taunted him. Better it be him than her. She deserved a happy life, not to have said life end before she could enjoy it to the fullest. A small smile crossed his lips. He then closed his eyes before the world turned dark.
{Nicoleta} "I'm so sorry...It's all my fault..." she had whispered, clinging onto him. "Ma cherie, no need to be sorry..." he replied softly. He was the one who pushed her out of the way, after all.
He let out a small chuckle. She really did have bad luck when it came to crosswalks...and cars, for that matter. No wonder she drove a motorcycle of all things.
"We just need an ambulance...yeah, that's fine..." That was easier said than done. Besides, it was too late for him. Being smashed up against the side of a building was painful... He could already feel the warmth draining from his face. She should have seen the color doing so, since she paled and tears ran down her cheeks.
"Je regrette, mais je dois aller.... Je t'aime, Nicoleta..." he said. A scream was the last thing he heard.
{Aoife} He had left her a note as to why he did it. 'I'm sorry it didn't work out between us...but I hope you enjoy everything fate has in store for you. Bonne chance. -Francis' is what the words had said.
He took in a deep breath, the last one he would have. He placed the rope around his neck. Hopefully it would all end quickly. If he was lucky, his neck would break automatically. "Well, here I go..." he said under his breath as he kicked the chair away from under him, leaving himself suspended in the air.
{Iain} Ah, how would one describe the ginger genius? Francis could do him in one word. Wonderful. No matter how others may see the other, the French man knew that the Scottish man was perfect in his own way. No one was as...interesting as him, that was for sure.
He looked at the rushing river below him. Surely it would be cold, but he didn't mind. He couldn't help but think of Javert meeting the same fate, though for an entirely different reason. He let himself drop to be carried away by the current.
{Mihai} Michael Collins.... Never did he think the man would be the cause of his sorrow. Of course, he was happy for him, though the pain just wouldn't go away. Now he just felt like passing out, but he knew fairly well he would be doing more than that.
He did take nearly the whole bottle, after all.
It was for him, if all else. He didn't want to interfere with his happiness in anyway, but this felt like the safest way to go. Besides, as carefree as he liked to seem, some things just come back at the worse times... And now, well, black spots were dancing around his vision. Before he knew it, he was swallowed by the darkness.
{Anya} He should have known better than to get close to her. Someone as lovely as her was sure to have secrets; One of them being her younger brother. She sounded almost scared of him, now he knew why; The kid had problems. As much as he seemed like any other person his age, the guy could be cruel and...terrifying.
"I should have known better, of course you were the one... Let me just say this, no one messes around with my sister and gets away with it, especially if they break it off with her... Tch, she deserves better than you anyway. Might as well pick up the loose threads for her."
He felt a sharp pain go across his throat before he fell to the ground, blood pouring onto the snow-covered ground.
{Marko} He didn't plan on getting sick, but illness doesn't follow any schedule. He slowly opened his eyes as he felt a hand hold his. He was running a fever, the light hurt his eyes, his head was pounding. Surely he didn't have long left...
"Ah, who would have thought I would go out like this..." he laughed before breaking into a fit of coughing. He just kept getting worse as days passed by. "Don't talk like that, you'll get better. I know you will." Surely being deadly pale and thin as sticks wasn't a sign of recovery. He just sighed and closed his eyes. Then the monitor went flat, and a never ending beep filled the silence of the room.
{Ivan} The argument they had will be the biggest regret of his life...the one that will end shortly. He should have apologized sooner... Well, it was too late now.
"Oh God... I...I didn't mean to..." Francis forced a sad smile, blood dripping from his mouth. The knife was still buried deep in his chest. "I don't...blame you..." he managed, his breaths getting shorter. He felt the knife being pulled out, then heard it clatter as it hit the ground. He started forward and was caught by a pair of arms, holding him in a warm embrace as he lost all consciousness.
{Victoria} "Look, it isn't going to work out between us. I hope you understand..." she told him, crossing her arms. He didn't know what he did wrong; Did he even do anything wrong? Did he not spend enough time with her? Was she bored with him? Did he come off as disinterested?
"...She always did love that show..." he murmured, looking at the ground below. Of course, by show, he meant Sherlock. Then there was that one scene from Doctor Who... Well, why not leave the world in such away?
He spread his arms out and felt gravity drag him downwards.
{Kiku} Things between the two were...complicated, to say the least. He still enjoyed the other's company, that much he knew. He looked out the window of the elevator as his phone rang. He answered it without hesitation. "I'm...going to have to cancel our plans... I'm really sorry, something came up and..." Francis laughed slightly. "It's fine, really. We can just reschedule." With a few last words, he hung up.
Then the elevator began to creak before he heard a snap. It didn't take long to reach the ground, being crushed by all the debris. He had perished with that phone still in hand.
{Ludwig} The two traveled with one another from time to time, but this one occasion Francis decided to go alone. It was personal business, after all, and he found it best to let the German keep well away from it. He thought nothing of the shakiness of the boat, they were on water after all.
Then...it began to sink. Water was finding it's way into every crevice it could possibly reach. Before long, the ship was completely submerged. Some passengers managed to make it on life rafts.... Unfortunately, he wasn't one of those lucky few.
{Lucille} His love for her was more of a sibling sort, he cared for her as he would for a sister. He wished what was best for her and to keep her out of harms way. That's why he was trapped in that burning building and not her.
He could hear her screaming and crying outside, but he couldn't make his way to her. His leg was broken, crushed by a large beam. He coughed, smoke filling the room ever so slowly. The firemen were outside, trying to put the flames out. It was a lost cause, really. The building was going to collapse at any second. He held back a scream as the flames devoured him.
{Athena} He had taken a plane to visit her one last time while she was on vacation to see her family. Just one last time before saying his final goodbyes. He knew it wouldn't work out between them, but it would be nice to spend one more joyful moment with her before they broke it off. It was for both of their sake, to make sure it wouldn't be too painful. They would have many happy memories together, that was all that really mattered.
He was looking out the window when suddenly the air masks fell from the ceiling. Everyone quickly got in a panic as the plane made a quick decent. He closed his eyes tightly shut, saying a few silent prayers. He could hear screams around him right before the plane made impact with the ground.
{Daniel} He used to drink with the other a lot, it was a joyful time back then. Now, well, he's drinking alone despite the fact there are two glasses in front of him. It's as if he expects the Hungarian to waltz in and take a seat in front of him, smiling as he tells how his day went. He knows fairly well that the scene would stay in his imagination.
He barely picks up the wine glass in front of him. How many bottles has he gone through? He can't even recall, he lost count. He could feel tears roll down his cheeks. He slumped in his chair, his glass falling out of his hand and crashing onto the floor.
{Arthur} He loved him, more than anything. That golden hair, those emerald green eyes... How could he mistake love for trickery? He didn't try to poison him, he would never think of doing that, but...the accusation in his eyes... It broke his heart.
He was tossed aside, almost completely forgotten. It was terrible, to be blamed for something he didn't do then to lose the person he loved. It was too much, all of it was too much. He didn't know what to do, the sadness was eating him alive...
He would have ended it himself, but he was a coward. He couldn't simply do it. A part of him hoped that he would be able to fix the relationship he once had, but that was just wishful thinking. He had ran out of tears to shed.
In one last attempt to make things right...he jumped in the path of that bullet to save his dear Arthur. He fell to the ground soon after, not even having the chance to see the other's reaction... But at least he was safe. That's all that really mattered...
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YOU ARE WELCOME I AM JUST GLAD YOU LIKED THEM ASDFGHJKL:
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ICY I AM ONLY WRITING YOUR PROMPT BECAUSE I CAN'T THINK OF ANYTHING BETTER TO WRITE. THIS IS PROBABLY TERRIBLE BECAUSE 11:30 PM ISN'T A GOOD TIME FOR CREATIVITY FOR ME BUT WHATEVER I JUST WANT THIS TO BE OVER WITH. {GDI WHY AM I DOING THIS}"Damn it Nico. For the last time, I'm not moving in with you," Andrei said into his phone before hanging up. Man that woman didn't know the definition of giving up. Sometimes he figured it would just be better to say "yes" just so he didn't have to listen to her constant hounding. He leaned against his kitchen counter and sighed, his gaze resting on the cake in front of him. "...Now, what to do with you..." he thought aloud, not bothering to glance away. He appreciated them, yeah, but it would be nice to get something else for once.
He sighed as his phone rang again. Cursing softly, he answered with, "Nico, if this is you I swear I'll-" but he was cut off by a few small words. Ones he hadn't heard in years. Words that haunted him until then, now suddenly reappearing out of no where. It had to be a dream, surely it couldn't be... The voice repeated that phrase once more.
"Oh, if it isn't good ol' Andrei~."
He didn't know how this happened, not one bit. Girls were supposed to be...icky. Every boy his age knew that and it was an unspoken rule that girls were supposed to stay that way. Andrei crosses his arms and shook his head. "Petre..." he sighed, not even bothering to look his best friend in the eye. The shorter boy sniffled and wiped tears from his eyes. "B-But Valeria is different. She's not icky, I swear!"
Andrei didn't want to hear any more of these poor excuses. "I knew there was no getting through to you..." he had said, sighing as he stopped his swing. Petre was a bit of a hard head, apparently the poor sap was even more so when it came to that witch who cast her spell on him. As far as Andrei cared, women could fall off the face of the planet. Well, all accept his mother. She was a nice lady and cared a lot about him. Well, she did when she was still alive. He shook his head slightly to get rid of thoughts about the wreck that had happened recently. Now wasn't the time for tears, now was to try to talk Petre out of his infatuation.
"Gah, Dragos, you talk him out of it. I'm getting bored with him," Andrei stated, returning his attention to swinging. "I don't know... Perhaps Petre is better off finding out the hard way..." was the response he got. The brunette stopped once more, this time getting off his swing. He didn't like the answer he got, not one bit. "Fine. I don't care. I'm going home. Enjoy your witch, Petre," he muttered before heading off. "Andrei! Wai-" "Shush, you'll only make him angrier, Petre. Let me talk to him..."
'Tch, they're both idiots...' His green eyes were focus on his feet, finding them more interesting than anything around him. It wasn't unusual for him to storm off when he got upset, especially now of all times. His mother did pass away a month or two ago. It would take a while before things got "back to normal".
He snapped back to reality when someone stopped him. "Damn it, Andrei. You nearly walked into a car," Dragos scolded. 'There he goes, treating me like some child. I'm not that much younger than he is...' he thought, pouting slightly as he turned to face his friend.
"I didn't ask for you to come "collect" me. I am perfectly capable of taking care of myself." "You're only 13. Besides, you nearly turned into an Andrei-Pancake. If it weren't for me, you would be roadkill." "Tch, perhaps I want to be. At least I wouldn't be stuck here with you and Petre." "Your mother wouldn't want that to happen to her only son..."
Andrei's hands clenched into fists.
"How would you know what my mother would want?! You didn't even like her!" "Well I very well that no one would want the one they love to die right before their eyes!"
He froze, staring up at the 14 year old in front of him. Dragos looked like he was on the verge of tears, a rose color tinting his cheeks. "...What?" Andrei took a small step towards his friend. What was going on? Why was his friend getting so worked up over this? Why was he acting so weird? "It's nothing, let's just go back, alright?" the older boy said, dragging the brunette back to the playground. "...Is Petre still there?" Andrei asked, reluctantly letting himself being led. "No, he went home." "Then why the hell are we going back?!" "What? Do you want to go home?" "Well, no..." "Then shut up."
Continuing to pout, Andrei sat down on the seat he had left vacant not that long ago. 'He really is acting weird...' His friend sat next to him, not saying a word. "...Sorry about earlier, I shouldn't have yelled at you." It took a while to say, since the majority of him insisted that the Romanian deserved to be yelled at. Dragos laughed slightly. "It's fine, really," the other had said. Surely Andrei has mistaken what he had said. How was it "fine"? Well, at least he was forgiven. "....Today's a nice day" The Moldovan smiled slightly, responding with a small nod.
Then....a few months had passed after that...hadn't it? Andrei cleared his throat. "I-I'm sorry, you must have the wrong number," he slowly said. "Really? I was so sure it was the right one. This is Andrei, is it not? Or do you go by a different name now?" the voice asked. The Moldovan tensed up. "...I don't see how that's any of your concern now." "Don't be like that. Is that anyway to speak to your pal?" "How did you even get this number?" "A old friend of ours~." "...Damn it. Petre told?" "Yeah, he did. Fairly easy to talk it out of him."
"I-I-I wasn't implying anything!" Dragos had stammered. "Like hell you were, you sick-" Andrei didn't even bother finishing his sentence. He didn't exactly trust the other now. It's been a while since they came to a mutual understanding of their feelings, but now this was ridiculous. It seemed as if the black-haired male was using every moment he could to check out girls. Perhaps the other was mistaken about his feelings for him? Andrei didn't know, nor did he care at the current moment. All he knew was that the other was up to something.
"They're nothing, honestly. You know I love you more than anything," he had said. Such brave words coming from the one who was just kissing none other than Valeria. Man was Petre going to be mad when he found out...
"No, I don't know. Please, explain," Andrei has said. He was just about done with all of this...confusion. Dragos had opened his mouth then closed it, at a loss for words. "Well, if you can't do something as simple as explaining, I think we're done here," the brunette had said before walking off. "Baby, no... Please, don't go. We can work this out! Please just turn around!" He ignored the other's pleading cries as he kept walking forward. He was right when he thought off of this was too good to be true.
"Well, you didn't have to go through the trouble. I don't have anything to say to you. What happened between us was when we were barely even teens. It meant nothing, all right? It was a trial and error, and as we both know it didn't work out..." "You're breaking my heart~. We both are aware you're trying to cover up. It did mean something, admit it. I'm not asking for you to take me back, but I would more than love for you to, but I just want you to know I regret what I did to you."
The brunette rolled his eyes. He knew fully well the other way just trying to make him feel bad. "I'm not falling for your bullshit," he said, his attention turning to the cake. "I know you're too smart to do so, but I wanted to let you know how I feel. I hope we can still keep in touch, yeah?" Andrei paused before replying, "If you're lucky, I'll show up at your funeral. Before then, leave me the hell alone." He hung up before he could hear another word. "Well, fuck..." he muttered, rubbing the back on his neck with his hand.
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