Don't Forget?? (on the Express train)

Don't Forget?? (on the Express train)

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WpMetadataReadComplete Sat, Apr 13, 2013<5 mins
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“…that…mine….seat…taken?” he asked, smiling faintly, his green eyes sparkling like the stars. I pulled off my headphones, cutting off Jessie J’s pleas about price tags and gave him a confused look. “Sorry?” I asked. I had not heard him the first time, the music in my ears muffling his words. “That seat’s mine…I think?” he answered smirking politely, as I climbed to my corner of the berth and cccurled up at that corner and was about to put my headphones on, when “I’m Jake.” He smiled, his eyes beautifully bright, like a moonlit night. “hi…” I smiled back at this stranger in a navy blue shirt, “I’m Elizabeth.” And that was how we met. **it’s amazing how some people just click, sometimes… it’s weird how you connect and don’t at the same time…I guess, fate is to blame when destiny doesn’t let them cross the barriers…but let’s not get into that… the think is the first romantic thing I’ve EVER written…if you will, read the poem and give me some criticism, maybe, in the comments box below…? Because I need them…and hit vote, please… :) love ya all… :)
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I squeezed my way through the abundant number of people, trying to get to the exit. I bumped into a lot of shoulders, until I found an opening. As soon as the door was in my sight, I heard Jessie calling out my name. Her voice grabbed my attention, and I briskly turned around. I knocked right into a tall figure, causing me to lose my balance and fall. All the people dancing blocked my vision so I couldn't grab onto anything to prevent myself from falling. My arms met the hardwood floor as I tried to catch myself, sending a shock of pain through my arms. "Forgive me ma'am." Someone said while extending an arm down to me. "It's fine. No harm was-" ✰ Status: FInished NOTE*** This story contains mental illness and suicidal themes. PLEASE READ WITH CAUTION! ***and mild cussing My grammar probably sucks I researched thoroughly on bpd to portray Damien's character correctly but I'm sorry if it's not accurate. I in no way meant for the portrayal of someone with a borderline personality disorder to be represented wrong or only seen from stereotypes. ★ Best Rankings ★ Assault- #1 Borderlinepersonalitydisorder- #1 Bpd- #8 Captive- #44 Selfharmawareness- #55 Darklove- #57 Mentalillness- #81 Copyright © 2020

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