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Jar of HeartsI could almost feel a shotgun shell pierce my heart when I heard those words. He tried to coax me into stepping towards him, but I refused. All that was for me there waiting was regret. It’s as though he doesn’t understand I’m not his ghost anymore and he can’t order me around. He has lost the love I loved the most.
Rain poured down outside my bedroom window. I could see myself in the glass’s reflection. My face was red and my eyes were watery. I head pounded worse than any hangover, but I wouldn’t - or rather couldn’t - stop my childish crying.
I’m learning how to live half alive. And now he wants me back one more time?
I lost everything.
I sacrificed my life for him.
I left my beautiful, loving, caring girlfriend because I knew in my heart I would be happier with him. He turned his back on me and left me to die. I can still remember that moment as if it had just happened a minute earlier...
“Who do you think you are?” I stat
A Thousand YearsMy heart beats faster. Colors are more bright and beautiful than I ever remember. Every promise I’ve kept with another runs through my head. My tactics of bravery through even the toughest of times skim past. I was always afraid to love, fearing I would fall and shatter. But in the distance, I see a figure standing all by their lonesome. All of my doubt suddenly disappears.
One step closer.
Time slows down as I begin to run. Wind blows through my hair and I am able to hear the blades of grass crunch underneath me. As I drew closer, I opened my arms and latched around the solitary soul.
“I have died every day waiting for you.” Their voice whispered.
My grip tightens, my head pressed against their right shoulder.
They break free and turn to me. A set of sparkling blue eyes stare into mine. My mouth pulls itself into a cheesy smile. Our hands brush past each other and our fingers gently intertwine.
“Tag,” They say softly, softly placing their other hand on my
Possession (Part I)“Found any Twitter questions yet?” Ian asked from across the table, his mouth full tortilla chips from a local Taco Bell.
“No, not really. None of ‘em are really catching my attention.” Anthony replied, carefully reading over each question.
“Ugh...” His friend exclaimed, sliding down in his chair with a grim expression.
“Well, I’ll just pick the next one I see.” The other announced, his fingers running across his dark hair. “...Uh, okay...So, this person asks ‘what do you think of the people who ship you and Ian as a couple?’.” His eyes turned to his friend. “Well? What do you think?” He added, an eyebrow raised.
The bearded man placed his paper tray of chips down on the table with a small sigh. “Well, I guess if shipping us makes them happy, then I don’t really mind it all.” He shrugged.
“...Even those smut pictures and fan fictions?” The taller male questioned
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