An Odd Angel (Au ?)

An Odd Angel (Au ?)

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...How does it feel when you lose that special someone..the person who...who completes you..? Do you feel sad, do you feel hurt,...or do you feel as if everything is your FAULT....?....think about it, like how I'm doing all the time. ~*~ Hello so um if you couldn't tell by the tags or maybe even cover this is a newscapecomics fanfic. It all happens after Cory's death in the crafting dead, so yeah just to tell the time what else. Oh also I'm bad at writing so if it's not good, sorry about that. If you have any questions just go ahead and ask, enjoy?
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(Book 1) (Emo Boy and Nerdy Girl Series) (WARNING: Crude humor, suicidal, and/or violent scenes in this story. If you do not like or feel uncomfortable with those types of things, then please do not read.) (PG-13) (Completed.) ---------------- I'm not normal. She's not normal. This ill-fated relationship isn't neither. Our relationship is filled with regrets. Way too many to count. Many from me. Drugs, alcohol, pain, and–...Love. It's a shame that I just had to ruin it too many times. I feel as if it's my fault that I'm now imprisoned in my little world of darkness– Forever. It was my choice. Possibly the worst one I've made in my unfortunate life. I could only imagine what her's was like though– What type of hell I put her through this whole time we were together. I miss being alive sometimes– With the sunlight's warmth shining against my skin, and myself breathing, my heart beating. I no longer function the way I did whenever I was alive. I'm just stuck here in this little world of mine I call home now. While yet, she's an angel floating in the skies, I'm just an apparition that nobody notices. I'm becoming a psychopath it seems like... I'm sick of this world. I want to see you again, my Princess. Let me tell you the tale of the used-to-be–... Us. From both of our perspectives.

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