His friends hate her and her friends hate him, but still they stay together. She's too optimistic and happy. He's too "emo" and sad. Still they love each other and put aside their differences.
Their friends get together and formulate a plan of mass destruction. A plan to end the sickening mixture of the personalities of lovers.
His friends can't see since she's been with him, he's gotten better. He's stopped cutting. He's been smiling for real. They don't know that if he would ever lose her, he'd die.
Her friends never thought she had problems. They thought she was perfect. He saw right through the act and saved her. She could have killed herself. If she lost him, she'd break down all over again.
The friends got them drunk and made them cheat. The two felt disgusting when they found out, they ran to apologize.
Apologies were made and each forgave, but their love wasn't ever the same again. They eventually broke up. The friends felt victorious, that is until their friends died.
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Late Night Thoughts
RandomThis is mostly stories that are used rant without directly ranting. It makes me feel much better so I don't really care that no one reads this. As long as I'm happy, nothing else matters. (That's a total lie. I'm way more caring than I should be.)
