Referencestodepression Stories

You can fall down the stairs, fall into a dark pit of self-destruction, fall in love. All of these things have already happened to Harry and Louis, and now everything is in the past. One day all four of them meet again to start working together, and it all happens to cause an avalanche, which would lead to new bruises and broken hearts.

It's been over three years since Jean Kirschtein turned his used-to-be best friend into a vampire. Not long after, Marco escaped and hasn't been heard from since. Until now. All over the country, vampires are showing up dead, drained from twin holes on their necks. Nobody knows who is causing it, and millions of vampires are escaping to other countries. As the murders increase, it becomes obvious that the supernatural cops aren't doing their job, and Jean has never been one to sit around while shit goes sideways.

'So long to all of my friends. Every one of them met tragic ends. With every passing day. I'd be lying if I didn't say, That I miss them all tonight. And if they only knew what I would say. If I could be with you tonight. I would sing you to sleep. Never let them take the light behind your eyes. As we fade in the dark. Just remember you will always burn as bright.' Dementia is all alone and she's not the same, after what happened. Her eyes are faded now. These tears in her eyes, just at the memories and thoughts, as she remembered it. (I couldn't find a fanart where Dementia is sad, so I'II just use this drawing as the cover 💙)

it takes place after the first attack of marley. hanji falls ill due to overexertion, and levi is there to watch out for her -- but it stirs up some things they've long left in the past. the first part of my series 'memories'. stay tuned for the second part.

- And to know he was free, Bruno was ready to give up Leone. To give up his disenchantment with the whole world and the rare smiles he gave him and him alone. To give up his innate sense of justice and his boundless, unweaving loyalty. To give up the coffees they drank in silence at 7 AM, when they were the only ones awake and the house still peaceful - and how many times Bruno wished he could stop time in those mornings, just to stay and admire the curves of Leone's lips another, another, moment. -

Multiple poems are held inside here. Those are the kind to be written from experiences, Knowledge, Dreams and goals. Yet also hold disturbing pictures, at least for some. A life is not always pretty. Mind yourself.

Prophetic power was one I could have gone without just fine. Even before I was born, snapshots of the future constantly plagued my mind. Paris shooting down Achilles. Alexander the Great's reign. Joan of Arc's death. Vincent Van Gogh. Boy, was it confusing when I saw Sombr for the first time. Anyways, most of those snapshots had been tragedies-which isn't all that surprising. The Greeks invented tragedy. But it's safe to say that I had no love for prophecy. Especially not after the whole Python ordeal. It had been three years since my trials as Lester Papadoupolos. Meg's fifteenth birthday was coming up soon, and Lityerses had turned "twenty" last week. Georgina had hit the double-digits last month (No, I did not tear up-shut up, Meg). Percy and Annabeth would be finishing their final year of college soon, and Will and Nico would be starting their first. Everything was peaceful. So imagine my surprise when my beloved Oracle of Delphi possessed me in front of the entire council.