histórias de Shardsofglass

~Imprisoned in the cages of their own pasts and bloody family histories, they find themselves shackled to one another, in ways despised~ "The cursed are meant to be together, aren't they?" Anayat spat. The heat between them rising to degrees, scorching her from the inside, as she continued to stare at the the bruises that had formed on her index-finger, having ceaselessly attempted to pull the stunning ring off her finger, now laced with disparate stains of blood. Blood that filled the engravings of his name. Ayan's name. "Forever and always, till death do us part!" Nael peered into the skylight, his head facing the night sky while his body was angled towards Nihal. Hands shoved inside the leather, sheltering them from the cold. "No viler damnation." Nihal sighed inaudibly as her strands flew out of the wisteria veil, dancing with the storming wind. "Who said it was a damnation?" Ayan hummed, his warm brooding eyes raised towards Anayat's ice-cold ones, making bridges that were fated to be broken. <incomplete>

This is just a thing where you can view the poems, and the short stories I have written in my English class. It's not that great, and it never will be. Also, sorry for not updating anything anymore. I've been busy, and dealing with things, and writing is something I have been doing to get my mind off of things, and it has really helped.

This is a story about my friend from year 1 - 13, she starts laughing and falling over a lot to make people laugh so she can fit in and how she changed over the years romance is included ;) Names have been changed and romance doesn't appear till chapter 2