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"You like to fight and then make up with me, don't you?" You sat with your legs crossed in a wooden chair with an underlying smirk on your face. Your boyfriend, Gilbert, was over and was truly trying to have a conversation. Not that cheap sweet talk he used on how many other girls, but actual words. Yet, that still meant very little to you at the moment. Your eyes locked with his and it was a battle of emotions. His crimson eyes just pierced through your [E/C] ones, as if screaming for you to make up your mind about him. Maybe, from what he doesn't know, you did make up your mind. You weren't indecisive like everybody thought; you just had

Sharply exhaling the cold air, which allowed you to see your breath shorty; you walked across the street. Not even bothering to look either way or even one way, it didn’t matter, any more to you. Blank. Your mind felt as if it was about to explode with all these negative feelings and thoughts. You didn’t care if a car came and hit you. You just couldn’t bring yourself mentally to stop it from happening. You’d just let it happen. Seeing as to how you felt yourself slowly slipping back into suicidal thoughts, but you never had the nerve to take your own life. Nobody cares, you bitterly contemplated as you sluggishly mo

The year is 1979 and everyone’s sobbing. Everything is dark and silent; you could just smell the angst pouring off of the many who sit here. The tension of whatever grudge held is now gone. Dozens of people are gathered here today for a funeral. This funeral is the one that happened too soon. He was only eighteen when he died. He never had a chance. Ladies and gentlemen, we are gathered to have a proper chance to say goodbye to Arthur Kirkland. That was it. Arthur was now dead. He died trying to do something brave. Did he not know that bravery should be left for those who were put into Gryffindor at Hogwarts? He knew he had to do this

"Hey, Latvia, I saw you were with some Skankasaurus Rex?" You quickly ran up to the young nation. You see, you had a crush no, scratch that; you were obsessed with the Baltic nation, and everybody knew he was yours and only yours. Well, that's what you said, anyway. Truth be told, you were crazy. There is no way to sugar coat it or anything; you flat out are an overly attached…well, we don't know what you are, since you're…well, you. "[N-Name]…I-I was just –" You cut him off by screaming, "I SAW YOU WITH HER! You paid for her dinner, too! YOU PAID FOR HER, LATTY!" You didn't give him time to speak. "You never paid for m

Cool air dragged the scent of the salt water as you lit up a spliff. You were sitting near the ocean, just relaxing. Well, more like contemplating woe. You enjoyed the isolation at this time of day, seeing how not many people were around the area, yet. College was stressing you out for some reason. Well, it wasn’t actually that; it was her. The girl who enjoys messing with your head and it was frustrating. You weren’t the one into those little games, but yet you were persistent. Why? Nobody really knows, honestly. “You know that’s not a healthy habit.” You turned your head to see her. Her of all people needed t

The isolated room consisted of shelves of spell books, a currently empty cauldron, papers –crumpled or not— scattered all over the place, and boxes and jars full of ‘prizes’. The wall was filled with depressing messages and pictures, also there happened to be a picture of Cupid that has been used as dart practise. You were the only fully living person in the room, seeing as how you inhabited it over centuries. Presently, you were looking for your transmission mirror that was a gift with the deal. The deal (that you made with Life and Death, themselves) meant that you had to become Anti-Cupid. It wasn’t actually

"[Name], can you help me?" You turned to see your friend, Kiwi, who was yelling at her closet for not having anything appealing. You see, she was currently getting ready for a date or something like that. You weren't really sure, since you kind of stopped listening to her babble on once she mentioned Arthur…or Al…or was it Matt? Shrugging to yourself, you walked over to the loud girl. She pouted and crossed her arms after she threw a little pink dress on the pastel yellow carpet. "Kiwi, you are aware that almost every single thing you own is cute?" She glanced over at you with a slight blush on her pale face. "Shut up, don't lie