Scars Left

Scars Left

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===== A boy with beautiful grey eyes. A girl with a beautiful view about the world. A dead girl with a beautiful secret. A beautiful mystery to solve. ====== A typical story of girl meets a guy. The only thing unique about this situation is he is about to suicide. She doesn't stop him neither does she tell him to not do it. She sits down next to him saying that even if he was alone during his life, he will have her while he goes away. But is lonliness the only reason people do something as harsh as this? Not really. The reason behind the guy's decision are entirely different. One chance, is all the girl asks from him and changes his mind about dying...but the reason for this change is something he loves more than love...mystery. The mystery behind the death of a girl wraps him up and changes his world. ====== "He almost blended into the dark, but his eyes stood out. His eyes, due to my lack of a better word, were grey. But they weren't just a grey, that term was far too plain in comparison. His eyes were like the ash remnants of the roaring fire, but there was a slight red in them. Red, like someone was trying to light a fire within those eyes and trying to burn away even the remaining ashes. And the grey that looked like a storm- like the storm within his mind. But of course, I couldn't really do justice to them- how could you describe such beautiful pieces of art. Such masterpieces? " ===== Go ahead and read it. I don't think you will regret any of it.
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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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