*Death til' Dawn*

*Death til' Dawn*

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I stared at the radio as it played the song my mother used to sing. The memory of her filled my head as the tears filled my eyes. He stood in the doorway watching my breakdown unfold. If this wasn't bad enough, everything in the past few months was even worse. I felt broken. I was hopeless. Unloved and confused. What could I have possibly don't to deserve this? I picked the radio up as it had unplugged itself from the socket. It stopped. The song stopped. But the memories didn't. "I'm sorry" I mummbled. He heard me. I gripped the radio harder as the song.... Stopped. "I'm sorry." I said again just a little louder. Now they came down harder. My face was soaked and I didn't even know it. I closed my eyes as I clutched the radio as it was the last piece of life I had that I could hold onto. He came closer. As he loosened my grip on the radio and held me as if it was the last hug he'd ever give. "I'm sorry." He said. He began stroking my hair as the tears came down harder and harder. What.... What was I going to do? *This is a remake of the old book I made on my old account. I changed it up ALOT and made it even better. I never got to finish so if you have never finished then you can start over with a new start plus a better ending. Hope you like it!*
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"Don't you see now why we can't be together?" I whispered at the crazy boy in front of me. "Aren't you repulsed by me? Disgusted? Dis interested? Can't you just tear my heart out and leave like any other normal teenage boy?" My voice cracked. He simply shook his head. "Sweetheart, I thought I made it clear from the first time I said it," He paused, "I. Like. You." He emphasized every word, and I gaped at him. "Hell of a lot, actually, so it'd be great if you stopped being salty and liked me back." "Don't you get it?" I whispered unbelievingly, "After all that, and you still don't get why I can't be with you?" He seemed relaxed, calm. Too calm for this situation. "My life doesn't involve a guy like you, Nathan. Never did. You're not my knight in shinning armor, and you aren't going to save me. This is reality, the real world. And the real world doesn't have happy endings." ---- To me, there's are six different types of crying. One; The Breakdown. Two; The Longing. Three; The Hysterical. Four; The Broken. Five; The Happy. Six; The Inevitable." ---- This short story is very depressing, I'm warning you now. It may trigger memories, or depression symptoms.

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