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[cheesemonky]

A normal afternoon is what today should've been. It's what it was until he asked her that question. As she worked busily away in the kitchen, he came up behind her, boxing her into the counter.

"Darling? Would you still love me if-"

"If you ask the worm question, I'll pinch you." He chuckled softly at her joking words, but his face took on an expression slightly more serious.

"It's not that but…"

"What is it then?"

"Would you still love me if I hurt you?" The words confused her for a moment. She didn't believe in a world where he would try to hurt her.

"Why would you hurt me?"

"Accidently. What if I did? Hurt you so bad that you didn't want to be near me." She thought harder about the question. What would she do? She wasn't the strongest of people and her lover was her weak spot. Finally, she spoke again with an answer in mind.

"I'd love you."

"...why?" Smiling, she continued.

"I'd continue loving you because... if it was accidental, then the man I fell for is still there. And the only thing that would have pushed me away from you is if you died. And I've already promised myself that I'd die in your arms alongside you." As she was about to continue with her cooking, she heard a small sniffle from behind her.

"Babe? Wait, are you crying..?!"

"N-No..! Just, shut up... I love you..."

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The silence rang out louder than anything else. Your heart pounded harder than ever before and for a moment, all you could do was stare at the floor.

"I'm so sorry." She said, not looking at you, opting to glance between the roof and a random wall instead.

"So was this all a lie to you?"

"N-No, never! I didn't mean to fall for him, I really didn't... and I love you, I really do but I can't continue being with you. I'd feel too guilty." You wanted to be mad. Mad at her as if she wasn't doing this for your own good. She was right. It would be better if she left. You had known the moment would come sooner or later. The way they looked at each other were far from just friendly.

"So... we're done? Like, completely finished?" You said, though you knew the truth.

"I-... yeah. We are... I'm so sorry, I really am." The tears that had began to well up now fell freely down your face and to the floor, painting a picture of grief on the carpet. An accurate depiction of the person you became.

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The ultrasound was silent, despite its name. She held his hand tight, hoping to see what they came for. After all, this might be the last time they get to try again. All the doctors appointments, the surgeries, the different methods, and this was the furthest they had ever gotten.

The gel was cool against her bump, but the air was warm with tension. He saw the doctor's eyebrows furrow and her lips thin as she searched for their baby. But as he closed his eyes, not wanting to think about the result, she gasped audibly. His wife's eyes shot up from where the scanner met her belly to the screen, joy forming in her eyes.

"It's a girl." The doctor's voice was barely louder than a whisper, her shock almost greater than his. He tighted his grip around his wife's hand, and the look they shared was one of pure love. To bring being into the world, a true evidence of one's devotion. And an everlasting one at that.

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The night lay cold, only faint sounds of cars filling the empty space. The town lay cold, the streets barren aside from the occasional citizen. But you? You lay warm, warm in his embrace and warm in his bed. Warm like you have never experienced anything other than the freezing night. And his arms hold you close to him. Your ear presses against his chest, listening closely to the steady beat of your lover's heart.

"Sometimes, when I think of you, I pray so that hell may not condemn me for my selfishness, for I fear I might never let you go." He whispers softly, lips brushing lightly against your forehead. The words he says are like a symphony and you almost taste how sweet they are.

"When I look to the sky, I wonder how there is someone that shines brighter than the sun and stars themselves." And what you say melts his heart almost more than he did yours. Sometimes you don't mind the cold, not when you're here with him.

The night which once laid cold was now filled with the pure essence of devotion. The town, no longer barren, filled slowly with lovers, family and all in between. And you? You lay warm, warm in his embrace and in his bed. Just like it was meant to be.

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Can we talk?

The words rang through your head, swirling through your thoughts, dizzying you more than you thought possible. What a mean set of words.

Soon, I'm a little busy.

Each word, each syllable, each damn letter brought down a pain of its own. The power those words had on someone, to cause them to do this.

I'm sorry.

No, you should be sorry. You should have been the one apologising. Blood, sweat and tears, on your knees and begging for forgiveness, because this was never meant to happen.

I'm so damn sorry.

You wish you knew beforehand. Then maybe you could have helped. Maybe this wouldn't have happened. Maybe nothing would have ever gone wrong.

It's too late for apologies.

Two of them, dressed in their usual blue stepped into the room, papers and files in hand. They told you it wasn't your fault, that there was no way you could have predicted it. But you couldn't but feel this was all your doing anyways

Why am I so stupid?

"Ma'am, we're here to get a few details on the suicide of your colleague-"

"Friend. She was my friend."

"Right, your friend."

Minutes felt like hours. Or maybe it was hours. You couldn't really tell. Or maybe you could but none of it really made sense in your mind. Finally, it came to an end.

"One last question. We saw on her phone that you were the last person she called, right before the likely time of death. What was the last thing she said? Her family would like to know."

"Last words..?"

I just wish we could've talked.

"I just wish we could've talked."

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making friends is so much harder than i thought it would be i'm still working on getting a left arm for my 2nd one

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He begged "no more" but the holy hand ignored his plea. The pain was excruciating, unbearable but it was not enough to fall over the edge of death. It was quite the opposite really. Red eyes, puffy from crying and throat sore, dead and dry from screaming. If only there was another in this dark, lonely, grey Plane of Pre-Existence. But the hand continued to build and build and build until... he had become.

And out into the big World did he come in order to realise himself. To find life and to find greatness. But just as the Plane of Pre- Existence is lonely and unknown, so is the World. But it is not dull or predictable. It can be sweet or it can be cruel, gracious or vindictive. It can be almost anything you wanted it to. In ways, it is worse than the Plane of Pre-Existence. You have decision. Permission to choose the wrong path. And there is no guarantee that it will turn out all well.

And there he is. The light is blinding, and the noise is deafening. And slowly, he had knew nothing. Nothing was known to him, not a single thought or memory. He'd forgotten about his tumultuous time in the Plane of Pre-Existence. Or rather, it no longer existed in his memory. As everything around him settled, his eyes landed on those who brought him into the World. And he wept. And his World knew peace.