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Rainy Days [[Rain's Diary]]
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Ongoing, First published May 24, 2012
Thing's don't always go as planned. Mom's death wasn't planned. My twin sister Skye returning and leaving wasn't planned, in my head, at least. My best friend dying, was all of my fault, but it wasn't planned. My life is just a giant notebook. I guess that's what I am, too. A notebook. Some pages are good and unused, the others are torn and scribbled in, marked and stained with different color inks. I'm a different colored ink. An ink no one has seen before. An ink I call my own. It seems like It's all I have to myself now.
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You've known Tom since the two of you were little kids. The two of you grown very close to each other as you got older. But growing into adults, you started to notice Tom acting different. You tried to not put much mind into it thought. Two years later you and Tom decided to move in together. This is just when you really saw that there was something wrong with Tom. You ask him what was wrong all he would tell you is, "oh I'm fine y/n" or, "there isn't anything wrong y/n" that just worried you more. One day tom was acting very, very weird... you had to ask him again but this time you were more serious about asking. Once you asked he sighed looking up at you. "I'm getting tracked down and followed... because of something that this person thinks involves me...." tom said. You wanted to ask more but couldn't due to you being socked. You just knew you wanted to be there for Tom as much as possible and help protect him. (Original cover art was not made by me, just a simple edit over) (I do not own any of the characters in this story) (All warnings aren't listed in the first chapter posted)