The Last String

Chapter15

EVERYTHING IS FANDOM AND EVERYTHING HURTS AND CAPSLOCKS ARE THE ONLY WAY TO PROPERLY EXPRESS ALL YOUR EMOTIONS!

I kept ranting, raving, rambling to Kate on the phone.

"Oh my god I'm gonna cry!"

"Our story is so perfect: the words, the way we said the words with our mouths and our voices!" I screeched.

"How can anyone possibly be talking about anything but my adorable, slight ring ?" I rhetorically asked.

I tried to control my excitation, but it was way too much.

..

A couple hours later we decided to meet up at the coffee house with the cute cashier.

"Look at him Lils, look! He's so much cuter than Andy," she said ever so confidently.

Disgusted, I looked at her and said in barely more than a whisper, "you dumb watermelon."

After a moment of silence, I continued my course of fan-girling.

I shoved my ring-hand towards her face. "Hey! You still haven't congratulated me. You bitch!"

She wasn't impressed.

She had her hands gripping onto my shoulders. She looked me in my glittering eyes, and told me to freaking calm down.

"You're so lovely," I bubbly said.

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Third-person P.O.V

Andrew was in the kitchen, trying to prepare something for him and Lilly to eat once she gets home. He was feeling a little too kind and thought it'd be nice to cook today as he knew how Mondays are very tiring to her. The sudden hollow echo of knuckles rapping on the door made him stop what he was doing and rush to see who's there.

He opened the door only to be greeted by no other than his father.

He came back.

Connor came back, and that has only one meaning.

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Hate, for lack of better words, can be compared to anger and betrayal. 'Hate' is a word that people use lightly. "Oh, I hate it when..." "I hate that..." but hate; hate is indescribable. Hate is what turns the sweetest of people to the angriest. Hate is what makes the hero turn into the villain. Hate is the feeling that makes you wonder "Would I feel anything if I were to kill this person? Would I feel sadness? Anger? Would I feel like my shoulders have been lifted?"

Hate is what fuels some of us.

Hate can break us.

Hate can hurt us.

Hate can turn us into things we feared as children.

Hate is powerful, but what people try not to say, is that even though your hate is huge and you know the answer to the questions above, hate can motivate us. People tell you "Never hate someone." "To hate someone means that they have power over you." But hate can help us to have the better life, the better job. Hate can help us to be the better person. Hate can be good or bad, but it's your decision.

As to our dear Andy, hate coloured his soul.

It spread throughout his entire system, shutting down all other feelings, and became central to his life and the intent of him. The imagined words and hostile actions against the hated one dominated. The young man turned his attention to other matters, and for a time was driven in other directions, but then the wave of ill thoughts returned with a vengeance. Once again his soul was coloured completely, and all the negative energy that one can muster was thrown into the imagined ill will racing wildly around his mind. Hatred became a sickness of his mind, and of his heart. For where hatred has claimed possession, there is no room for love. Left unchecked, hate completely poisoned his soul.