What do you think of blogs that have multiple admin and would you consider having another help you run this blog?
Honestly?? I think multiple admin blogs are awesome, because I know how much work they take, and how difficult it is to communicate all the time. So mad kudos to anyone that runs a blog with multiple admins!Â
Personally, Â Iâve had this blog for a year and a half now, so the time for getting another admin if I needed it (which I probably did ^^â) is past.Â
I like being able to work on this blog whenever I can, and although that creates hiatuses, Iâm okay with that. Nobody can be creative 100% of the time. It might be a little egotistical to say this, but I take pride in knowing that all of the content on this blog was created by myself.
So maybe Iâm being a bit selfish, but no, I donât think Iâll get another admin~
Genres and Warnings: Tragedy, romance, a bit of blood, swearing
Request: Ahaha⌠Well, you see I was feeling super angsty, at like two in the morning, and wanted to write a thing.
So I did. We really need some requests.~~ Hi! Itâs admin E. Admin CC gave up on this, but Iâm gonna pick it up in a separate part.
Words: no damn clue yet~~ 622
Part one: Here, Part two: Here
Summary: Their relationship was a complete disaster and tragedy. So why are they each otherâs clarity?Â
Why is everything so damn blurry? Why canât I think straight?
Why are they so clear?
These thoughts plagued me every single day and I hated it. Hated it with every fiber of my being. We were done, though. But all I could think of was them. I donât know why. Our relationship was a tragedy and only ended in disaster.
I shook my head in hopes of getting rid of these useless thoughts and kept walking. The cold, fall wind whipped around me, sending shivers up my spine and colored leaves down the street. The only thing I could hear was the quiet murmur of the city. It was still early. Too early for the hustle and bustle of the crowd.
For some reason, there was a pit in the middle of my stomach. It wasnât a bad feeling but it wasnât a good one either. In fact, I couldnât explain it. I just know something is going to happen. I shook my head again. It probably didnât mean anything. I turned the corner and realized what the feeling was.
Well shit, theyâre standing right in front of my work place.
My feet froze right then and there. I couldnât move so I just stared at them. They were leaning up against the wall, hands shoved into their jacket. That damn jacket. I still remember how I got them that for their birthday.
It was their favorite.
Their head suddenly turned and locked eyes with me. They hoisted themselves off the wall and brushed off their jacket. I still couldnât move. Slowly they walked over to me until I could hear the crunch of leaves under their feet.
âHey.â
âHi.â
They were so close to me that I could see their frozen breath and the seams in that stupid jacket. I shuffled around awkwardly and stared at them with a deer-in-the-headlights look.They rubbed the back of their neck, not breaking our gaze.
âSo⌠Howâs it been lately?â It was a simple question, but I felt like I was burning up under their gaze.
âFine.â I said curtly.
âHey, I know this seems kinda of weird but I was wondering if maybe we could go out for, I dunno, coffee later?â They shrugged their shoulders lazily, almost as if they planned this. I donât know why but a surge of anger coursed through me.
âWhy?â I hissed.
They visibly tensed up, shocked at my angry question, but I didnât care. I was so mad, but I donât know why. They hadnât done anything. Still, my vision blurred at the edges and I started to sweat.
âI just thought we could catch up or something, no need to get angry.â I got madder when they said this. I sighed and stepped around them, huffing furiously. My heart pounded in my chest and tears burned my eyes.
âHey-WAIT!â They called out. I stopped and turned around. We were farther away from each other, separated by dead leaved and frozen concrete. The wind hollered from behind me, my scarf whipping around in the chill.
We stared at each other, my scowl filled with hate. But theirâs, it was almost remorseful. Their eyebrows were knitted together in a frown and mouth was parted slightly, their frozen breath coming out in puffs.
âI miss you, thatâs why.â Â
My eyes slammed shut. I didnât want hear any of this.
I donât want to let go of the past.
Everything went hazy, my heart pounded in my chest almost like it was about to burst out, and I felt hot, sweaty, and clammy all at once. Before I knew it, I was on the ground, forcing my eyes to stay shut.