Beautiful Disaster

Beautiful Disaster

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I swung my feet back and forth, as I sat on the dock of the bay. Slowly brought the toxic to my mouth, tasting the bitter smoke as I inhaled. The smoke swirled into the air, leaving my sealed lips. I used to be so happy, until a year ago. He said he would be right back, he said he would always be there. Now where is he, where is the boy I fell for, the one that would give me a rose every Wednesday. He left me here in this cruel world left me to struggle on my won. I died with him but for some odd reason I still had a beating heart. Barley breathing lungs, and a inch of love that was already fading away. Mental, thats what they called me, the mental girl. It was true, I had things going through my mind that I couldn't stop. I just wanted it all to stop...
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A girl who wanted nothing but to fall. A boy who knew nothing but to rise. Cheryl Faun and Tristan Tanner had their differences. Knowing each other since kindergarten, the two never really communicated properly. Or, well, Cheryl pushed Tristan away with any chance she got. A regular day to them would be a faceless girl trying to commit suicide, and a sunshine boy rescuing her before the gates of hell. In the past 12 years, nothing changed. Absolutely nothing. And when something happens, something completely outrageous and compelling, the two are pushed together closer than they've ever been before. Too close, maybe. But, this didn't change anything. It COULDN'T change anything. Right? If fate had other plans for them, could everything go TOTALLY wrong? Obviously... ~~~ "Stop.. trying to kill yourself!" He retorted. His eyes closed, and he began ranting. "I don't LIKE it when you think it's a good idea to KILL yourself. I don't LIKE seeing you in pain. I don't LIKE saving you because it breaks me every time your eyes seem to lull me to sleep!" I still couldn't say anything. His hands grabbed my face, and I felt him leaning in even more, his lips a mere centimeter away from mine. His eyes were still closed, but I felt a pain behind his breathing. Every small twitch and shiver from him sent a lightning bolt down my spine. He was holding up a wall, and wouldn't let anyone tear it down. My hands moved up a little, and I grabbed his arms. Water was streaming down my face- I couldn't tell if it were tears or the ocean- and he opened his eyes. The emerald green met my grey eyes, and I looked at him, letting him stare at the fallen tears. "If you hate it that much," I whispered, "Leave me here to die." Tristan's eyes gleamed in response, and he leaned over, saying, "As if that'll ever happen." [SEQUEL: LOADING GAME] [ DISCLAIMER: This concept was developed during my middle school years. I understand how underdeveloped the plot is. ]

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