Xsmileandforgetx Stories

It was a rush of hatred mixed with sarcasm that killed her. One bullet to her chest and then another and another, until she slouched her way down to the floor, covering the white walkways with red. Her now leaving me in a cold trance at the tiny framed friend of mine on the floor, well that is until I looked up to the barrel of the gun pointing at me now. My heart clenching together underneath my skin, pulse raising as I attempt to make sense out of all this, and the brief illusion of a shadow on the wall behind her, all tease me when I’m trying to think if this is all true. That’s when it happens; his dark hair flowing in his eyes from his lack of going to the hair cutter and his violet eyes deepening the stare between the two of us. Don’t shoot! I’ll do anything! Just don’t kill him. My thoughts scream at me, making my line of concentration grow slimmer with each word. Tears begun to fill the bottom of my eyes, my throat closing to the full extent, my ever so calm hands were trembling at my hips and the requirement of breath vanish from my lungs. His hands run out to calm this girl, speaking softly and letting her know that it will be alright if she simply lets us go. And just as she starts to give in to his pervasive act, the fire alarm sets off, sending her in a protective fury of gunshots. Hitting him dead on. Felt like a bullet to my heart.

bella is in love with huncky mason and when a letter comes and take him away she is left with a little peace of him that will ask one day about his daddy what happen when 6 1/2 years latter he reterns from the dead and comes back to find a little boy with his eyes

“You know people asked me if I felt any different after you left.” I say and watch his eyes stare back into mine. “I’m not proud of what I told them, but I said it over and over, countless of times as if I was trying to believe it too.” I looked down, peering closely into my mug of coffee. “I told them that it hardly felt like it even happened. And that was a complete lie.” I looked back up to Peter now and saw that he was still staring at me, just like he used to. “The problem with me, Peter, is that I’m used to having everything planned and ordered. But then I met you and it suddenly was fun again, like I was still a kid.” “Why are you telling me this?” He asked me, his voice hinting at the fact that he was uncomfortable. His eyes were no longer on me and he was just staring at the menu on the table next to us. “I have a point, trust me, I do.” I said, then cleared my throat. “The point is, for the time that I was with you, I could be whoever I wanted to be. I had a choice for once.” “You told me yourself, Remy, that everyone had to grow up at some point and that it was your time to do just that. Don’t you remember that night? It was what, two months ago?” “I was wrong,” I told him, knowing this would spark his interest. “Like many things in the past year, I was wrong.” There was a silence that just stood between us. The kind of silence that is obvious to everyone in the room and is too daring to say anything about. “But above everything, we weren’t wrong Peter.” I paused. “We were just not as perfect as everyone wanted us to be.”