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@dearbradenton
this made me cry wtf
"I know you're sad. Yes, you've only known him for five months and it's unfair. You never got to tell him who you are. But if he knew anything, he wouldn't want you to throw your career away just because he's gone. You are wonderful at what you do, don't stop. Ever."
She could see it now when she looked into his eyes, she now understood why so many people thought they were related even though they've never told anyone. They both have Richard's eyes.
"Thank you," was all she could say.
I know sometimes I only twist you, and maybe I’m too proud to say I missed you. But what if here and now I tell you that I’m all figured out? Or maybe I just like how that sounds.
I can't believe you actually said "Don't cheat on me" earlier today.
I just don't know anymore.
“Another Heart Calls” -The All-American Rejects
If I could put our relationship into words, I would, but everything's so complicated I don't know where to start.
I never cared about you in the seventh grade, I first got to know you in the first half of the eighth grade, we got 'married' a few months later. It was a joke, I'm straight, I know I am. Then the new school year started, and our relationship got more serious... for me, at least. It was never more than some kind of a joke for you, apparently. When you said "I'm not single anymore!" I realized I'm stupid for thinking that it was serious. You considered yourself single even when we're 'married', you never took it seriously, you're straight and I am too, or I used to be... I just don't know anymore.
But please, anyone but him. If you don't consider me as your wife, at least consider me as your best friend who hates him because he's in Kopaja, he's homophobic, and he's one of those spoiled rich kids I'd rather not associate myself with. So forgive me if I don't pick you up tomorrow after school in your class, or if I don't visit you during lunch break, but I'd rather not see you with him being happy together.
I'm so sexually confused it's not even funny anymore.
Graduation. Yes. That's when she saw him.
He left two months ago, after everything happened. Why he was there, she wasn't so sure. Of course, Charlotte was never one who would leave a question unanswered. She glanced at her mom who was taking pictures with her new husband and decided she wouldn't notice her disappearance.
Dressed in her white and blue toga with a Thompson crest, she ran over to the man only for him to walk away. "Wait!" She shouted after him, struggling in her heels. At least she didn't wear the long dress her step father bought and wore the one she bought herself instead, that would make it harder for her.
She finally caught up with him when he stopped at the back of the library, the exact same place where they found his body two months ago. She was already out of breath, she was never athletic after all. "What are you doing here?"
The man stuck his hands in his pockets. "I was around here so I thought I'd see what has become of you," he answered. "I'm surprised they didn't put you in jail, honestly."
"Benefits of having a rich step father, I suppose," she smiled slightly. "Are you still...?" she hung her words, knowing that she didn't need to finish her question.
"There was a girl, ruined her life," he answered bitterly.
"You should consider getting a degree for ruining people's lives since you're so good at it," she said quite rudely. Then again, when is she not rude? Even when she thought he was a teacher, she was rude to him. "Will I ever see you again?"
"If I'm ever around this area, why not?" he retorted. "Besides, I think I'll see you around quite a lot, Arryn, you know why."
She chuckled bitterly. "See you around, isn't that what you told him? And look what happened to him." The journalist looked up. "Take me with you."
"I'd rather not," he immediately replied.
"Please. For him," she said, "You owe me one, didn't you say that? You owe me, I saved your life and you ruined mine in more ways than one. Well, this is my request, take me with you."
It was clear in her tone that it wasn't a request, however, it was some kind of a command, an order. Now, he usually didn't take orders, but he took the only person that ever mattered in her life, the only reason why she's what she is now. He's right, he owed her; her dad sacrificed his life for him, he basically ruined her life and he hasn't even taken her anywhere.
So what's going to happen when he does?
"No goodbyes?" he asked her after clearing his throat.
Hearing that, a smile formed on her face. "They won't miss me."
"You know what?" The odd man said. He couldn't be older than 26, really, though his eyes told her that he's seen so many things, some awful and some would just take your breath away. "You'll get them, you'll do amazing things not many people could, you'll be brilliant."
"When?" The twelve year old asked, looking up from the book she was reading.
"Soon," he glanced at an older boy in that park, playing football with his friends, "Too soon."
“What’s his name?” Her 'brother' took a sip of his drink again.
“Charles Estermont.” Hearing the name makes her want to spit, let alone saying it, it burns her throat. Judging from his expression, he recognized the name, but who doesn't?
He spit out his drink—back into the cup, fortunately. He stared at the girl in front of him in disbelief. “You can’t be serious-“
“I am! She met him last year when she was picking me up, he was picking up his daughter—that bitch—and they talked. They started some secret relationship a month after and he decided to propose at dinner yesterday night, right before I left,” she explained.
"His daughter?"
"With her mom."
Rose and TenToo AU Happy Birthday Arthurdarvilll
This needs a 'first day living alone again' and 'first day as a bitter old man'
"Layers" Character Meme
LAYER ONE : THE OUTSIDE - Name: Charlotte Amelia Arryn - Eye Color: Brown. - Hair Style/Color: Blonde, medium length with curls. - Height: 5'8" - Clothing style: Business casual - Best physical feature: Hair LAYER TWO: THE INSIDE - Your fears: Being unimportant. - Your guilty pleasure: Gossip. - Your biggest pet peeve: When someone acts happy all the time. - Your ambitions for the future: Be a successful investigative journalist, meet dad. LAYER THREE: THOUGHTS - Your first thoughts waking up: “I have to get more news today." - What you think about most: THSN - What you think about before bed: "I have to get more news tomorrow." - You think your best quality is: I'm observant most of the time. LAYER FOUR: WHAT’S BETTER? - Single or group dates: Single. - To be loved or respected: Respected. - Beauty or brains: Brains. - Dogs or cats: Dogs. LAYER FIVE: DO YOU? - Lie: Of course not! - Believe in yourself: Yes. - Believe in love: I don't think that matters. - Want someone: Yes. LAYER SIX: EVER? - Been on stage: No. - Done drugs: No. - Changed who you were to fit in: No. LAYER SEVEN: FAVORITES - Favorite color: White. - Favorite animal: Dogs. - Favorite movie: You've Got Mail. - Favorite game: I don't like games. LAYER EIGHT: AGE - Day your next birthday will be: Tuesday - How old will you be: 18 - Age you lost your virginity: Haven't lost it. - Does age matter: Yes. LAYER NINE: IN A BOY OR GIRL - Best personality: Humorous, dedicated, cares. - Best eye color: Hazel. - Best hair color: Brown. - Best thing to do with a partner: Talk or cuddle...or both. LAYER TEN: FINISH THE SENTENCE - I love: being the center of attention. - I feel: tired. - I hide: feelings. - I miss: having a teacher I don't hate. - I wish: there were more murder cases.
They were seated around the dining table in the kitchen; Victoria was reading a very thick book, her dad was playing with a knife while Emma... she just sat there. She had no idea what she was supposed to do, and she felt more out of place than ever. Shadowcliff is so...old fashioned compared to Magecliff where she's lived all her life.
"Your clothing screams Magecliff, you know that?" Victoria snapped her out of her thoughts. Emma really didn't like her degrading tone 'nor did she like her just as degrading look, but she never liked her aunt anyway. Her mother has mentioned several times how similar the two are, but she never wanted to admit it.
"Does it matter?" She was in a pair of jeans, a white shirt, and a black leather jacket. Maybe it screams Magecliff, but not this Magecliff, her aunt should wait twenty years or so before saying that. If she wasn't mistaken, the current Magecliff style is frilly pastel colored dresses her mother hated so much.
"Why are you here?"
"I have something to do..." she trailed off, remembering the existence of Declan and how she had left him because she saw her dad. He must be out there somewhere looking for her, the poor lad. "And I'm pretty sure I lost my fiancé out there."
"You're engaged?" Her dad asked with disappointment in his voice. He didn't know she was his daughter, of course, but she couldn't resist making a face at him when he said it. Victoria seemed to notice this, as she laughed at him. He ignored his sister before asking, "What's your name, anyway?"
"Elizabeth," she lied, remembering the fake names she's made up with Declan a couple of hours ago, "You can call me Liz, though."
"Are you stupid? Run for your life!" He screamed at the brunette as he started running through town. But she couldn't move, Why are these men chasing my dad? she thought. He seemed to notice she wasn't moving and she could hear him groan. "Work with me here, woman!" He took her hand and pulled her with him.
"Who are they? Why are they chasing you?" She asked as she ran with him. She couldn't believe she was holding her dad's hand... She didn't have time to be all dramatic, though, because the men who were chasing them didn't look happy.
"They don't like me," he simply answered as he took a turn into one of the alleys. A girl was standing there in a pretty white dress right by an open door, she had curly strawberry blonde hair and piercing blue eyes. "Victoria!" He exclaimed with a smile.
"Hurry up, you idiot!" She said as she went through the door. Her dad followed, but Emma wasn't so sure if she was welcome. They didn't know her, after all, he shouldn't, no one should know who she is or the past would change and she wouldn't even exist.
"Oi, strange girl," he came out. "What are you waiting for? Do you want them to get you? You may be dressed good but you were seen with me, and do you know what they will do to you if you let them put their hands on you?" She just stared at him. "Bad things, really bad things."
"Thanks," she muttered as she walked past him into the house.
Five years and five phones later, I still add your number every time. Your number's always the first one I enter, because I know all the digits like the back of my hand. I never needed your number on my speed dial, I could press your numbers faster than a normal person press 1.
And I never delay picking up my phone, because I keep hoping that when it rings, the name on the screen would be yours; I keep hoping that when I pick up I'd hear your voice, a voice I haven't heard in such a long time, yet still sound so familiar.
It never happens.
"Hey Doctor," Harley said one Sunday morning. Ever since he told her about Elizabeth, things have gotten a little bit... weird between them. Everytime he came by, she couldn't say anything. It felt so wrong to go back to all of that when she knew she had no chance. She even thought of never talking to him again. Ever. It hurts too much.
But her curiosity got the best of her. She just wanted to know, who was her competition? What was she like? What was so amazing about this Elizabeth when she was alive that she'd lose to her even when she was only a jar of ash? "What was she like?"
The cafe was still empty. Her sister was busy in the kitchen and Jackal hasn't arrived yet. It was the perfect time to discuss this, if he wanted to discuss it. She could see the sudden change of expression in his face that he knew who she was talking about, and he didn't look like he was going to say anything.
"Just for-"
"She was a wonderful person," he cut her off in the middle of her sentence, "you'd love her." She couldn't read his expression when he said that, but she could only guess he was thinking about her. He must've loved her so much, she thought, but then she realized he still does.
"And?"
"And that's all you need to know," his mouth turned into a smirk before finishing his coffee. "Thanks for the coffee," he stood up and left the cafe.
Meanwhile Harley stood there feeling a little guilty, but more pissed off than anything else. A lot of people are wonderful, would it kill him to be a little more specific? She knew that if Liz was alive, she'd hate her before she could love her, no matter how nice she is. She'd be blinded by jealousy, all because her last name is Rogers, a last name Harley will probably never have.
Prompt: Write a story where you are the imaginary friend, and the person you've befriended has started to believe you don't exist.
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I can still remember the first time you met me. You were but a lonely six year old, isolating yourself in your room because you couldn't stand the screaming. You cried and cried, and I was there for you.
You liked drawing me, a girl with bushy red hair and green eyes. You're very talented, and I was drawn better than anyone else in that room. You always add a pretty tiara on my head. "Because you're a princess," you'd say.
You turned eight and I turned into an manga character. My green eyes were wide, and you cut off my hair. I was a pop sensation with 5 Grammy awards. We'd spend nights cuddling under your blanket, watching Cardcaptor Sakura and Detective School Q.
You turned ten and you started writing. You described me as a short tempered girl who's lonely, just like you were, but you had me. I was an archer, and I won a gold medal in the Olympics.
You turned twelve and everything changed. You met someone who likes writing just as much you. You hung out with her more, and hung out with me less everyday. But I keep watching you, I always will. I take off your glasses every night when you fall asleep, and I'd do the homework that you forgot. I just want you to notice me again, I just want you to know that I'm still here.
Why are you throwing away all of your drawings? What is that big square you're putting on your desk? What's happening? Help me! I can't see my hands, why can't I see my hands? I can't speak, my words are stuck in my throat. Can't you see? I'm fading away! Look at me!
Good bye, friend.