Inactive: Dreamers

Inactive: Dreamers

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WpMetadataNoticeDernière publication mar., juil. 17, 2018
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"The park. The small food place with karaoke nights. The coffee shop. The clouds. The streets. Denim jackets and jeans. All of these remind me of all the time I spent with him. The nights where we just unwind and talk about... everything. All the songs we sing. Every time I melted when I saw him and his stupid stride. I wish all these moments wouldn't leave as soon as they arrive. Where I wouldn't need a picture to relive a certain day. Every second I spend with him... I want to keep it in a jar. So I can open it whenever I have an aching heart. With him I feel like this life is only what I want it to be. It's the best feeling ever to wave to him and have him wave back at you. I feel... at home." Y/N finds themselves in emotional and mental struggle when their significant other, Mark, has left them for unknown reasons. They decide to move to LA with their long lost friend, Ethan Nestor, where they help each other look for love when in actuality, the ones for them are just each other. •Gender Neutral •Trigger Warning •Read "Inactive: Time" to have a better understanding of this story. •This is a fanfic (crankgameplays x reader)
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His Last Words [COMPLETED]

I didn't realize at first that those were going to be his last words... I never stopped to think that I wouldn't get another chance to call his name and have him throw his arms around me. I would never be able to tell him how much I loved him or how important he was to me, ever again. I couldn't even comprehend the thought of losing him. It's been seven years since that day and they haven't seen each other since. Carla became a school counsellor in the hopes of giving support to young children who are struggling with life but she never really lets herself fall back into her past. Evan became a paramedic so that he could save lives and save people from having to hear how their loved ones died moments before they arrived at the scene. He never lets himself truly remember that day or the paramedics who delivered the news to him while Carla stood by the wreck, tears falling from her eyes and his cell phone clutched in her hand. |------------------------------------------------------| | Short Story | Teen Fiction | No one ever truly wants to say goodbye to the ones they love because that will mean admitting that they are going- leaving us. What would you do if you picked up the phone and this time, saying goodbye meant saying it once last time?

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