#still scene

[karmareckoner]

*listens to la dispute once* "Their logo is sick im gonna get it tattooed on my arm and hope to god people don't notice my sworn in tattoo anymore"

[alwaysgocrazy]

Blood covered her face. She stared, her entire life flashing before her eyes. So much she never accomplished. But now, here she is, lying on the floor in her wedding dress with stab wounds and a bullet in her head. Her hair was curled softly into a braided updo. It was styled with sparkling fake diamonds and a small dash of glitter. Her dress was a satin lace princess gown with a simple black sash from her grandmother. She wore it on her wedding day almost sixty years ago, along with the veil. The veil had a lace trimming along the edges and had a long train. From generation to generation it was passed down the family. She was going to give it to her daughter for her wedding. But that day will never come now. All that she has left is the memory of marrying her murderer. Nobody will suspect him. They weren't even supposed to be together alone until after the reception. She won't get to attend hers, one that she spent hours on end planning. She put in all of her savings; it was a ten thousand dollar venue in itself. It was the perfect place for her. It would have made all of her dreams come true. She can only feel her blood seeping through her now tattered dress and down her face that she had done up just for him. The veil was ripped. Her shoes had the soles falling apart. The corset part of her dress was pulled too tight by her murderer, believing it was part of a game. Everything was a mess now. She didn't see the point of trying to fight it. She slowly closed her eyes and took her last breath... Then slipped away.

[tirukarakurukurukantapiasaurus]

Sam St. Cloud: I'm okay Charlie. I'd give anything for you to see me. What I've become, but no one ever gets to see what could have been. Charlie St. Cloud: Sorry I had to break our deal. Sam St. Cloud: It was time. It's beyond anything we ever imagined Charlie. Charlie St. Cloud: I hurt as bad as the day you died. Sam St. Cloud: You hurt because you're alive. Charlie St. Cloud: We'll always be brothers. Sam St. Cloud: Promise, everyday, come rain or shine, through Hell or high water? Charlie St. Cloud: ...I promise.