What is love? I've never felt it, nor do I want to. Maybe it was the tree on the end of Woodland road, or maybe it was how the sound of his voice silenced my demons. Whatever it was, it was something I wanted to stay around for a long time, but unfortunately all great things must come to an end. November 12th, was a day of remorse, and brings pain when I think about it. I've learned to move on, but the way his deep blue eyes bored into my soul will never leave my mind. I come and sit at the old, withered oak tree in hopes of something or something to change my mind about life, and make me feel alive. I sit her patiently, watching the birds hum, and the grass whistle. Little did I know my life would not be the same, whether I wanted change or not, it was slowly easing its way into my life.
A/N/. This is my first fanfiction, I have big plans for this story. I have yet to still develop the plot. So please bear with me and comment!
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Wraith
FanfictionHis voice in this room, Like shadows on this wall I imagine him on the other side of the door His words his hands, his touch At the start, the end, and in the middle, Strange how it mattered so much ...
