We Can't Be Torn Apart

We Can't Be Torn Apart

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I watched the two morons argue before me. If I must say, that Canadian dude was really getting on my nerves. How could he ever expect me to leave my pack in Minnesota to go to Canada with him? Oh, that’s right, my great great great great, did I say great? Well, great grandparents were born there. Big whoop. “Listen, Addie-“ Scott was saying. “Its Adolph, you American fool!” The Canadian dude corrected him. “Oh, so like Hitler?” I asked. “No, It means noble wolf! Look, Ana, you must come away with me!” “She’s not going anywhere with you!” Scott interrupted. “Exactly, dude, we’re still in America, a free country. I don’t have to go anywhere with you. Therefore, thy shall kiss my arsenic sulfide! I’m staying in Minnesota, and there isn’t anything you can do about it!” I shouted at him. Boy was I wrong… There was plenty that he could do about it… Like, lets say, WAR! Its all games now…
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They had both been dealt enough tragedy in their short teenaged lives, more than anyone should ever have to endure. Will two self destructive teens coming together do more harm than good? ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ I don't know what came over me. The poor guy just asked if he could help and I went all 'crazy psycho bitch' on his ass. I couldn't breath. I needed water. I needed air. Fuck why was is it so hot in here. Was it the fact that the moment his hand left my skin I felt an unbearable need to feel his touch again or was it hearing him ask if I needed help that made me feel helpless and broken once again. I didn't know what it was but I felt like I was suffocating, like the jersey I was wearing was strangling every ounce of oxygen from body. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ * This story had been reviewed recently. There are now added scenes and further edits - 2024 *

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