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You know people always say that it gets easier but it hardly ever does. You just put on a brave face and believable fake smile and people will think you are happy again. No one ever says that they will be there with you through it all and truly means it. As soon as that one bad thing happens they turn and run, afraid of what will happen next. Every day it seems like something or someone leaves me when they find out my secret. They are all too afraid of me and what I might do to them if they make me angry or hurt me. But what they don't know is that I could end up being the one to save them all in the end. But why doesn't anyone at least try to get to know me and figure out that they won't get hurt around me? I understand that what I can do scares people but if they would stick around long enough to figure out what I am meant to do they wouldn't be so scared anymore. Just once I would like to have someone that I can talk to. My own family is afraid of me. They left me as soon as they found out what I could do. They know what I am meant to do but they are still afraid so maybe people will always be scared. If only I could keep it a secret. If only I could find someone else like me. If only there was someone out there that wasn't afraid. If only......if only. _______________________________________________________________ This is my first story on wattpad so criticism is allowed as long as it isn't too harsh. I hope you enjoy. :) -E
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****Copyrighted**** 'Tell me you don't feel it.' He whispered against my lips, and the trembling that had ceased at the feel of his lips against mine began again with renewed vigor. 'Tell me it's not what you want, and I'll go. You'll never have to see me again.' Swallowing, I looked up at the eyes that had entranced me from the start. I took in his every feature, slowly and deliberately. I thrilled at the feeling of his arms enfolding me, and I inhaled his familiar scent with a trembling breath. And then, then I did the most foolish thing imaginable: I flung my arms about his neck and kissed him with all that I had, almost losing myself in the safety and security I felt. But more than that, I ran. I took his moment of shock, the slight loosing of his arms about me, and tore myself away from him, shoving out the door and into the rain. I suppose I'll never know why he didn't follow me. It was the thing I feared most. I knew that if he came for me a second time, I wouldn't be able to say 'no'. I wouldn't be able to run. But I had to. I had to go. I couldn't let him be hurt because of me. He would live on now, and I would marry another. I had leased my last bit of passion in that one moment in his arms, and as I made my way through the dark streets, I felt myself become dull and lost like the creatures bound in the menagerie. **Much of this was written when I was younger and then I came back later and finished it. There will likely be mistakes. Lots of them.

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