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勇者エリザベート! by Y.P

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The hardest part about being strong is remembering the reasons why you are strong. 

- Y.P

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Beautiful Mysteries

“ I have been with many women and I was in love with them all whether it was for 10 seconds or 10 years”.

I heard this and automatically related, because I fall in love with everyone I’ve been with even if it was just for one second.

Trust me I understand how weird it sounds, how can you love someone for only a second or a couple of days… I don’t understand it myself either and I honestly didn’t know thats what I was experiencing until I heard that line.

Granted its not the love you to eternity love but it is still love.

And I guess that’s the emotional hopeless romantic in me..

Everyone I am with, I know I am with them for a hidden reason even if I don’t know what it is.

I know its not just vanity or lust I know it has to have a deeper meaning and for a couple of hours I might see it and I will love you in those couple of hours because you showed me something beautiful.

I’m big on believing that there has to be good in everyone no matter what so maybe that is what it is? Good that I see?…

No, it has to be something else because if it was just good it wouldn’t be so beautiful to me, so intoxicating, so thrilling.

Whatever it is, I always find it and I always become addicted to it.

It’s delicious, sweet, satisfying and it never fails to find me and devour me.

Until either this sweet mysterious thing or the man gets tired of me and my constant need to be in its hold.

Then there I am once again, forced to pretend like I can handle being left once again.

Even though it was a minor abandonment.. it still was an abandonment none the less.

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notebook ; entry, two. | y. shim.

" I did it again. It was a dog, not too big..maybe a mix of something and a poodle? I tried to keep the blood off me, it splattered..on my new sweater, I wonder if he'll question me. I don't want to disappoint anyone; but I have to. It's my calling, I'm a savior.. " - S. Yejun. ( 4 / 9 / 15 )

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guardian ; seasons are changing.| daehyun, yejun.

❀ daekan​ ; It’d been a few weeks now, after finding this boy sauntering along the street at dangerous hours. Ever since then Yejun felt the dire need to watch after them because they tended to make bad choices. Yejun never showed himself in front of or around the male, he watched from his spirit form; making sure they were getting here and there okay. He hadn’t brought himself to entering their home yet though because he felt like it was rude. Which was weird, Yejun almost never cared about what people said. A cool night, light breezes and the familiar male was on the move to a bar. Bad place; Yejun never liked them. He just sat across the room, still in spirit form, crossed legs and palms in his lap. The ghost was merely watching over others, he felt no need to try and interact. Up until a shout was heard; it made his heart stutter and he shifted into a visible form without thought. A larger male had the boy by his shirt. It upset him, filled him with rage more than anything and without hesitation he picked up a beer bottle, the item was smashed over the attackers head. It seemed to startle everyone because the male dropped and all that was seen was a small blonde teen behind the body with a shattered beer bottle in his hand. Yejun dropped himself to the floor, punch, after punch being landed on the unconcious males face. It was all a furious blur, the fight, being pulled away and out of the bar. He was crying and he didn’t even notice until said male he was protecting was wiping tears from his cheeks and trying to examine his hand. “W-What? What?” He glanced to his bleeding palm, then up to the boy. “Are you okay?” Yejun didn’t care about his hand, or anything else at the moment except for the male. Frail, shaky hands gently touched over fabric of the males clothing, checking for injuries. “I didn’t get glass on you right?”