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"He's not wasting his time now, is he?"

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thesimonmonroe replied to your post:thesimonmonroe replied to your post:It’s time.[...
[ err ja of niet -dies- ]
"He's not wasting his time now, is he?"
thesimonmonroe replied to your post:It’s time.
[ what is this what is this - jawn ]
"You can tell the army man that it's time to go to war."
Would you rather relive your worst memory or forget your best?
Considering I am still here, and managed to live all the way through the worst moment I've ever experienced, I will take reliving it over forgetting my best memory. Those good memories are like something collect-worthy, like the same way you wouldn't get rid of 10.000 euro/pounds/dollars/whatever you use to pay. Also if you own something very rare, you would most likely not want to give it up.
"I... don't know if you're into stuff like this, but, if you are..." Simon revealed a red rose to Kieren, which he'd been holding behind his back. "I would love for you to be my Valentine."
Kieren had tried to catch a glimpse of what Simon was holding behind his back, but had already feared the worst. Or— better said— anticipated the moment. He still found it hard not to smirk in that foolish way, before nodding in response. “Yes, yes of course.”
To both: Would you rather spend half your lives together and then never see each other again, or would you rather spend the same amount of time together, but spread out over the years?
Rory: "I'd rather spend time together spread out over the years, because then at least I would always have something to look forward to. I wouldn't know what to do if I'd see him for half a year and then it'd be over. Again."
Noah: "I wouldn't know what to do with the other half, so spread out over the years is much better. I'd feel lonely when we weren't together, but at least that wouldn't last forever."
Risen || Out of Time
The imagehe woke up to was rather disturbing. He never seemed to feel any less disoriented than the time before, but perhaps he had managed to recover from it way sooner. Now he spent only the first few minutes of his stay wondering whether or not this was some sort of nightmare again. The reality in what he was seeing was discovered soon enough now, though, even if that image was a graveyard.
He was lying on the ground, on his back, and of course he didn’t recognise any of the names on the tombstones he saw in front of him. He didn’t doubt that he would not recognise any other names either. The last person he knew that had died was his grandfather back when he was about twelve, but it didn’t look much like Lyon around here. The brief idea that he had been send here to be made feel guilty about not visiting his grandfather more often could be scratched off of his list of possible explanations. Was there ever one, though? Would it not all be about the same-faced boy again, though?
He got up on his feet and wiped the dirt off his clothes. Even when there was nothing in this world to hold on to, he could still be glad he recognised the clothes. Sometimes that made it feel a little bit scarier, however, because it was indeed proof of how he wasn’t dreaming anymore. Wouldn’t dreaming be the perfect solution?
He saw somebody a few tombstones away from him, but he couldn't see his face well. Perhaps in confusion, he raised his hand. “Hello?!” He said, his voice still hoarse from whatever it was a fall did to him.
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He looked at Simon in silence for a moment, realising that he'd done something he shouldn't have. He rarely spoke his mind when he was doubtful of what to say, so it was not only an incredibly stupid move, but also a completely out of the ordinary one.
"I'm sorry..." he said, softly, but sincerely. "I really didn't mean to hurt you..."
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To Simon: You're four minutes late and they're not going to wait for you to come online again. You're lucky tanks are impossible to find at this time of day, but HURRY UP.