"I always felt like I didn't belong around everyone else. I've always had thoughts that they wouldn't understand, and I could never understand how someone could care so deeply about anything. Until..." I trail off, wanting him to finish.
"Until you met me. Until you realized that I have those same thoughts," he spoke softly as he grabbed my hands and looked so deeply into my eyes, it felt like he was staring straight into my soul. "Until I told you that I knew how to make you feel better, how to make you feel alive."
"I never would have imagined that making people die would be the thing I needed to live, and I have only you to thank for that," I say quietly to him as I lean in to kiss him again before I stand to walk out of our house through the French doors. I stop on the porch as I wait for him to join me. He came out after a few moments and we linked hands as we stepped off the porch into the garden and walked to the grove of trees. Some old and some brand new, with the dirt still churned around it.
We stand under the branches and the stars hand in hand as I laugh to myself. He looks at me, but it is only filled with love. I laugh because I am thinking that we have it better than most people. They keep their skeletons in stuffy closets, scared they'll fall out while we are entirely at peace with ours being buried out here beneath the trees and the stars.
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Short Stories and Oneshots
Historia CortaThis is probably just gonna be a book filled with short stories I had to write for school or came up with out of the blue. I might also add in some oneshots of my favorite ships, and possibly even some character x readers. However, I can't say they'...
