Jan 12, 2024
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Heartbreaking Starters
30 starters ; feel free to change pronouns where necessary
« it's over »
« i hate you »
« you're pathetic »
« you disgust me »
« you're a coward »
« you're a monster »
« i never loved you »
« i always hated you »
« you're not my child »
« just leave me alone »
« i'm not coming back »
« they never loved you »
« you really are an idiot »
« i should've known better »
« i'm breaking up with you »
« you're just like your father »
« you can die, for what i care »
« i shouldn't have trusted you »
« i should've left you ages ago »
« go away and never come back »
« you'll never be worth anything! »
« you got only what you deserved »
« you're leaving me behind again? »
« you're not welcome here anymore »
« why should i give a shit about you? »
« you're nothing but a disappointment »
« you never cared about me, don't you? »
« you'll die alone, and it will be all your fault »
« you really thought you could achieve anything? »
« don't leave again. you can't really be leaving again! »
@darkenedsmile
“You’re words are cruel today. If you can’t say anything nice maybe you should keep your mouth closed”
"Let me just give you some words of truth; fuck you and your snooty personality. Wanna go ‘round like this world is yours? Well it ain’t"
Starter.(( one of my other characters))
The young being, looking about 19, was hitting the punching bag roughly. His knuckles burning at the rough contact with the fabric of the tool. His loose clothing moving wildly as he’s hit and roughly beat upon the bag. His eyes were deep with concentration and his fists tensed tightly. His entire body seemed rigid as he released powerful hit after hit. His eyes never left the bag as he spoke, swinging heavily at the bag. “What do you want. Can’t you see I’m busy.” He spoke with a cold tone, venom practically dripping off every word as he spoke to the other being that had walked up towards him.
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Steve thought he was alone in the gym as he worked out, angry and frustrated as he beat up punching bag after punching bag. He harrumphed and went for the treadmill, hoping to run it out. When he couldn’t get the machine going fast enough he hopped off, staring at himself in the mirror. He slammed his fist into it, furious. “DAMNIT!”
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