You'll Be In My Heart

You'll Be In My Heart

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WpMetadataNoticeLast published Fri, Sep 27, 2019
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Love is a complicated and drawn out emotion that takes the worst and best out of people. For Miah it is the only emotion that keeps her from being with and staying away from her on again off again relationship with Eminem. Marshall loves Miah, but the only thing that's messing with him in their relationship is the baby growing inside of her- his baby. Life is complex for the duo (soon to be family), the only question is, now what?
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#1 on Eminemfanfic hashtag as of 23/06/30 Tyler Hyun is instantly recognizable and addictive. She's the type of person we imagine doesn't really exist, merely only materializing in some figment of imagination. She isn't easy to understand and she makes it incredibly hard to predict her behaviour. So it's relatively understandable that everyone's hooked on her like she's your newest party drug. Marshall Mathers meets her at his friend's house party and he's falling within seconds of seeing her. It's that type of instant attachment. He needs her to be his, he becomes obsessed. But sometimes you've gotta stop for a moment and ask how obsessive do you become before it's getting concerning? *** "No- here's my frustration. We're always distracting ourselves. With TV, music, news... endlessly, endlessly, until we can't even stomach our own silence, can't fathom creating our own thought, can't handle being alone with ourselves. We always need to be preoccupied." She's letting out an aggravated groan, bringing her hands up in front of her face. I imagine what it's like to have her around all the time. I imagine what it's like waking up to her, having her talking about the darkest things in a way that's stomach-able. I need her.

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