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PLZZZZ WATCH RIVERDALE!!
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Three seconds.
That all it takes.
All it takes for tragedy to strike.
When the world LITERALLY says "Let's take her pride and joy Away forever."
I turned my back for three seconds.
Three seconds.
Nothing was ever the same again.
The sound of squealing cars and screaming make me look back. But it was too late.
I ran to the street.
I wanted to hold him.
I wanted to say to myself, "Everything will be alright."
But inside, I knew it wouldn't.
The ambulance came, and then the hospital was next.
Sitting in the dull, bland waiting room for what seemed like hours. Curled up with (C/N), being close with him for one of the first times since the divorce.
We cried.
Cried until there was no more tears.
Until,
News came.
We were so overjoyed to see the Doctor. But his pain-striken face made the mood darken ever so slightly.
"Mr. (L/N). Mrs. (L/N), I'm sorry to say.... There was nothing we could have done."
Those words.
Those words can kill you inside.
I fell to the ground, pulling (C/N) with me. We sat there, crying, sobbing, wishing for him to come back.
"You can see him one last time. Room 56." We looked up, and ran to the room.
He looked terrible.
Not like the (Son's/Name) I used to know.
"(S/N)....." I said, and went to his side. I put my hand in his small, cold one. I touched him one last time.
My pride and joy taken.
Forever.
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Meep.
I've written sad things before, but this is one of the first times I've posted it here.
I have STAAR testing (similar to SAT's and ACT's ) today, which is math and Reading tomorrow.
I wanna cry.
Then we have Science and History in May.
If I fail Math, Reading, and Science, I get 2 more tries, and if I fail that, I have to REPEAT 8TH GRADE!!!!!
Welp, wish me luck.
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The Big Book of Imagines
Acak*MULTI FANDOM* This wonderful book is full of Imagines and One-Shots! I do 3 different levels of writing. Level 1, which is light fluff. Level 2, which is heavy fluff. Level 3, which Is lemons and smut. Cover by @juggy-jones
