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what is life without the feeling of being alive? is it really worth being alive if all you see is black, white, grey, and the red blood stains on your arm?All Rights Reserved

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We were everything to each other once secret-keepers, dreamers, two halves of the same heart. But then you left. Or maybe I did. Now, you look at me like I'm a stranger. Like the memories we built don't haunt you the way they haunt me. We're nothing more than rivals, two people who push and pull, who fight like we never bled for each other. But hate is just another form of love. And no matter how much we try to forget, the past has a way of catching up with us. Because deep down, we both know some people are impossible to forget.

When people visit you every single day, it's hard to get lonely. Unless you're a ghost. Actual it gets quite annoying. In fact it's heart breaking when the people you used to love the most look straight through you. It's even worse when they blame you for their broken heart. Because they have no idea I'm dead. Trigger Warning: Contains slightly mature themes (violent and sexual) and swearing. Nothing too detailed but briefly mentioned. Completed on February 18th 2018

"never knew what love was until I found you but who says this is actually love? if I never felt or knew the term of love, what if this was just some dark romance that'll just end badly" Just A dark romance short story filled with lust and obsession 🌹 - sʟᴏᴡ ᴜᴘᴅᴀᴛᴇs - *𝙩𝙝𝙞𝙨 𝙗𝙤𝙤𝙠 𝙘𝙤𝙣𝙩𝙖𝙞𝙣𝙨 𝙨𝙢𝙪𝙩 , 𝙨𝙚𝙭𝙪𝙖𝙡 𝙖𝙘𝙩𝙞𝙫𝙞𝙩𝙚𝙨, 𝙘𝙪𝙧𝙨𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙖𝙣𝙙 𝙢𝙪𝙘𝙝 𝙢𝙤𝙧𝙚, 𝙞 𝙝𝙤𝙥𝙚 𝙮𝙖𝙡𝙡 𝙚𝙣𝙟𝙤𝙮 . Copyright @cherriebooks

I felt an ice cold tear spill down my pink and flustered cheeks and as it did I reached up and wiped it away with the sleeve of my hoodie. I dared to glance a look to my left and saw Jamie watching me. We locked eyes, he smiled and then looked away, but I couldn't bring myself to stop staring. His deep brown eyes were a daydream and his shoulder length hair a... trap for destruction. No, I couldn't let myself go there. I was just setting myself up to be hurt... again. I've had enough of that for a lifetime.

One Soul In Two Bodies [ONESHOT] by Mintiezzz

You suffer in a tragic love story, where, your athletic lover suffers an unfortunate accident. Think of it like this, you love to paint in favor of your enjoyment. What happens when someone takes all the color in the world? You simply cannot paint anymore. You cannot do what you love as you cannot find love in what you do anymore. Nevertheless, you decide to be there for them. Are you ready to challenge the red strings of fate?

Maybe I Can Fly [Completed] by thepositivemetal

"Maybe if I died flying I wouldn't feel like my entire life has been spent falling into oblivion." . . . . . "So what, are we both worth it now, or are neither of us worth it?" "I don't know. But maybe we should stay a while and find out."

Have you ever felt so lonely you believed there was nothing left for you? Stashed away, merely forgotten. I mean you could cry and cry, yet no one would hear you. At least no one you truly once loved. Being yourself can be detrimental to others happiness, and so you down play who you are. You devalue your beliefs, your morals fall short and that hollow rock turns into your Mirror. Do you matter anymore? Would anyone care if you simply disappeared? Could you find your way out of the darkness? Look Closer is one of my favourite quotes and so I'll use it as a guide to understanding the complex characters you're about to meet.

Life doesn't hand us meaning. We're born into chaos, and it's up to us to find the smallest bits of order in the madness. Some say it's love, some say it's vengeance, but I've learned-nothing is truly worth anything until it's been stained with blood.

Remember us?

We were everything to each other once secret-keepers, dreamers, two halves of the same heart. But then you left. Or maybe I did. Now, you look at me like I'm a stranger. Like the memories we built don't haunt you the way they haunt me. We're nothing more than rivals, two people who push and pull, who fight like we never bled for each other. But hate is just another form of love. And no matter how much we try to forget, the past has a way of catching up with us. Because deep down, we both know some people are impossible to forget.

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