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Percy Jackson VIII

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“Get away from here.” I whispered. “I’ll try to stop him.”

“No.” Percy looked at me and raised one of his eyebrows. “I’m not letting you do this. It’s a suicide!”

I looked at the ground for a while. “I was supposed to stop him. I’m going to do this if you like it or not. Besides I’m powerful enough to make it.”

Percy looked really mad but so what he has to deal with it. I know I’m stubborn but I really need to do something. I’s like it was my fault. I turned around and looked at them.

I looked up at my hands tied up with a rope and tried to move a little. In my surprise I could do this. Sometimes I’m not really happy about my height but right now I am really glad that I’m tiny. I freed myself instantly searched my pockets. Everyone was looking at me but nobody say a word.

Finally I found it and put every piece in one hand. Okay I know what I’m doing, I know it. No I have no idea what should I do. But it looks like a puzzle. Okay. I tried to carefully put these pieces closer and closer, while Luke was putting the fleece on that thing.

When the pieces were just a centimeter away they started to glow. And for me it was like hypnosis. I couldn’t keep my eyes off of it.

In the moment I connected them it made a huge beam of light which flew to the sky. I don’t know what Luke and the others could see but I’m not really sure they could see me. The moon was finally back and so was I. My senses, my powers, me.

When the light faded I stood up and looked at Luke. But was too late. Luke stood in front of it with the fleece.

My heartbeat sped up and I froze in the place. I didn’t even register Percy next to me. I still focused on Luke. He looked at me as well an put it on.

“No!” I yelled. Everyone turned to me. My eyes already glowed and my skin as well. My skin glowed? I was angry. No I was furious.

I looked like a “human moon.” I stretched my hands out and every power in me seeped to the surface. I calmed my beating down and looked at Percy for a second. He looked scared of me. But I looked at Luke again and pointed my hands to the sky. With a devilish grin I pointed one hand on it. After a while when nothing happened, I maybe looked like a fool a little, I pointed other hand on it and instantly a huge beam of light came to him and surrounded him. And it grew bigger and bigger.

I bet everyone’s eyes were as wide as it’s possible. But I think it worked because Kronos wasn’t here yet.

“Get out!” I yelled at Percy. “I’m not sure how long can I hold him like this!” I looked at him and he shook his head and instead of running out he ran to it.

“Percy!” Annabeth suddenly screamed so I turned to her.

“Annabeth get out of here!” My eyes turned back to normal. But she just watched Percy who tried to take the fleece. But Chris started to fight him. Annabeth ran to them too and tried to take it but Luke stepped in her way. C’mon Annabeth your mother is Goddess of war strategy! You can do it.

Oh my Gods I can’t hold it anymore. Screw it! “Luke!” I screamed and he instantly turned to me, so Percy could run to the fleece. I felt weaker again, my skin was normal again and I just couldn’t anymore. I lowered my hands and fell to the ground.

“Y/N!” Luke mumbled but I tried to catch my breath and didn’t even look at him. “Y/N!” he said right next to me so I carefully raised my head.

“This is your fault.” I whispered and single tear left my eye. “Just yours.” I stated and stood up. He looked at the ground for a second. When he raised it again Percy yelled my name so I turned around but I met with Chris and my belly with his sword.

“No!” Luke screamed but I barely could hear him. I looked at my belly, Chris took the sword out. I felt blood in my mouth. It was terrible taste and it wanted to come out. My legs were like jelly, I started to fall on the ground. But instead of cold and hard ground I fell on something soft. It was Luke, he held me in his arms and I could see the tears. “I’m so sorry.” He whispered and cupped my cheek. “Please, forgive me.”

“I…I love you Luke.” I breathed and closed my eyes. One of my arms fell lifeless to the ground.

“Jackson! Get that…” And that was the last thing I heard.

I stood in the middle of nothing. What? I was supposed to be underworld. Where am I? I was turning around myself but nothing was there.

“You’re the daughter of Artemis?” Someone asked but it was more like statement. I turned around to the sound and saw some man.

“You’re Hades.” I whispered mostly to myself but he smirked and nodded. “What is this? Where am I?”

He chuckled and crossed his arms. “In nothingness.” He smirked at me again and I looked at the ground. “You need to choose your way. But what I saw you don’t have pretty much choice.”

“Then why need I do this? If I have no choice how can I choose?”

He smirked at me again and disappeared. Asshole. This is bullshit. There’s no way. I looked at my belly, it was healed. I always thought our wounds stay when we die. But maybe it’s the nothingness. I want to get out of here.

I was sitting for a while now when I heard something. Instantly I stood up and turned my head. I thought it was Hades again, but nobody and nothing was there. I’m going crazy, great. Wait a moment, I still have that necklace. I took it off and put it in my hands. It was suddenly so calming. I know where I should go.

I was slowly opening my eyes. “Percy!” Someone yelled so I closed them again. “She’s awake!” And then I heard steps coming to me.

“Y/N?” Percy said, I slowly opened my eyes and looked at him. He had a biggest smile I’ve ever seen. “How are you?” He sat next to my bed.

“Like a paper in the wind.” I chuckled and smiled at him. “Where are we?”

“Back in the camp.” He took my hand. “You slept for a whole week.”

“What about you? Grover and Annabeth?”

“We’re fine.” Percy smiled at me and I nodded my head. “Don’t you want to get up? Capture of flag’s going to begin.” He smirked at me and I rolled my eyes. But I stood up and put my hands on my hips.

“Shall we?” I smirked as well and winked at him.

[Before]

You felt your stomach flutter, as you saw the familiar face light up your screen. “Hey stranger!” You chuckled.

Jensen flashed a smirk, gazing at you, wishing you were there with him. “Hey, sweetheart.”

“Is that Y/N?” Richard asked from behind.

Jensen lifted up the phone, getting everyone in the shot. “Alright, say hi guys.”

“Hey Y/N!” They all chimed, making you smile so big your cheeks began to hurt.

“Hey boys! Wow, love the outfits.” You cackled.

“This is the place to be Y/N.” Jared pointed down. “J misses you, he even cried a little.” He teased.

“Shut up, that was you Jared.” Jensen rolled his eyes and chuckled.

Jared shrugged his shoulders, and nodded.

“Y/N, it’s a good thing you stayed away. These guys have been killing us with there stench. Seriously, you did the right thing!”

Both Jared and Jensen belted out in laughter. “Bask it in, Dick. Just take it.” Jared cackled.

Your stomach hurt from laughing so much. These boys were your best friends. And though you couldn’t be there to cheer them on, you still supported them.

“Alright, we are almost here. I’ll call you later.” Jensen muttered, his cheeks aching.

You nodded, staring at only him now. “Okay, don’t get hurt old man.” You teased. “Good luck guys! Break a leg! Or-or don’t, that’d be cool if you didn’t.” You hesitated.

They all laughed, and said their goodbyes.

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[After]

You were in the middle of reading, when your phone lit up.

Swiping to the left, Jensen’s face shown across the screen. He seemed a little tired, and dirtier from this morning.

“Hey! How was it?” You smiled.

J shrugged his shoulders, a smirk forming on his lips. “It was fucking exhausting.” He chuckled. “But it was great. For a bunch of rookies, I am proud of us.”

“Aw that’s good! I am proud of you guys too.” You stated. “Are you guys going home?”

“Nah, we are going out for some beers. I think we deserved it.” He winked.

You shook your head, still smiling like a kid on Christmas morning. “You’re such men. Well have fun.” You muttered.

“Gen wanted me to tell you that she missed you today.” Jared exclaimed, focusing his attention on the road.

“Tell her I missed her too! And that I will call her tonight so we can discuss the bachelor!” You chuckled.

Jensen let out a soft sigh, staring intently at his phone. Gazing over ever feature of your face. He knew he shouldn’t feel this way, since you two could only be friends. But he couldn’t help it.

He tried to push his feelings aside, but the more time he worked with you on supernatural, the more he started to fall for you.

“I better go, I have to get ready for this scene.” You stated. Though you were on break from shooting Supernatural, you kept yourself busy with more work.

He cleared his throat, and nodded. “Y-yeah of course. Break a leg.” He winked.

You rolled your eyes, and let out a soft huff. “Thanks, Ackles. Congrats, and I will see you all in two weeks.” You muttered. “Give Gen a big hug from me, and tell Danneel I said hello!”

He swallowed hard, and pursed his lips. “Will do.” He stated. “See you soon Y/N.”

“Bye. And Bye Jared, love you both!”

“Love you too Y/N.” Jared exclaimed.

As you hung up, Jensen stared at the dark screen. “I love you.” He mouthed.

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Video Music Awards - Shawn Mendes x Reader

Warnings: fluffy, drabble

You came to the backstage at the exact moment when he started to performance and at the end of this, you were already crying and screaming, totally forgetting that you were there to make him a surprise.

When the water starts to fall, you fell as if all the air was being pulled out of your lungs. It was a incredible view, of course it was, but it definitely wasn’t better than what he just made with his voice.

You knew now that this one was the greatest performance of his carreer and you couldn’t be prouder, you didn’t need to say anything, the tears in your eyes could tell it by itself.

And when he came to the backstage and saw you, he just freezed. At the first moment, Shawn looked at Andrew that nodded and sent him a grin and then looked at you again. He wasn’t believing that you were there. You were at home, in Toronto, and now you were there, right in front of him.

“Go and give her a hug!” Andrew said taking the guittar off his hands and that’s when Shawn finally rushed, but stopped when he was only a few centimeters away from you.

“I don’t wanna wet you. You’re looking so gorgeous.”

“I don’t care.” You said excitedly and then jumped to hug him very tight. It’s been a couple weeks since you saw each other for the last time. He had been on tour and you were getting ready to start your senior year.

“I can’t believe that you’re here, babe.” He said and you noticed that he couldn’t stop smiling.

“Me neither.” You laughed tooking the wetted hair out of his face, getting on tiptoes to kiss him. “It was your best performance so far, sweetheart.”

“I know! I can’t believe it happened! Feels like I’m daydreamin’.”

“I’m so proud of you.” You murmured, caressing his baby face.

“Oh no, you’ll make me cry.” He said and you could see his eyes getting red. “I love you. Thank you for coming. You don’t have idea about how much does it mean to me. I love you, I love you.” He pulled you closer again, holding you tighter than he ever did.

“I love you too, babyboy.” You pressed a fast kiss on his lips again. “Now go, change your clothes and dry your hair. The air conditionater is on and I don’t want you to be sick.”

“You’ll stay here waiting for me?” He asked with puppy eyes and you could feel the same old butterflies flying in your stomach.

“As longs as it takes.” You said, watching while he excitedly goes to his dressroom. 

First Language [a Sebastian Smythe imagine]

a/n: ok we know seb lived in paris but never got specifics soooo i had an ideaaaaaa…maybe part 2? yes? no? anyone?

“You guys didn’t have to come with me.” you huff back at the gang following you, angrily stomping through the posh hallways of Dalton Academy. “He is my boyfriend… and you hate him… Why did you come actually?” you wonder, crinkling your eyebrows together, pulling both your backpack straps to the waistband of your ripped sky blue jeans.

Santana scoffs, crossing her tan arms over her cheerio’s uniform. “Uh, duh, I wanna see what happened to the mole faced chipmunk.” she states as if it’s the most obvious thing in the entire world. You roll your eyes, sighing deeply.

While holding Rachel’s hand, Finn tilts his head in confusion; Sam does the same, wondering the exact same question on everyone’s mind. “What exactly happened to him again?” the blonde asks, fixing his purple hoodie on his shoulder. “All I saw was you get a call and leave rehearsal…. Then everyone followed you and I got lost… I’m still lost.”

You bound around the corner, stopping when you get to the door that says ‘nurse’. Spinning on the heel of your sneaker, you fix your pink shoulderless shirt. “He was in lacrosse practice and hit his head and passed out, okay?” you rush out, inhaling deep. “And can I please see him alone before you all parade in?” you plead, hands returning to the straps of your backpack.

When most of the club nods, you let out a breath, facing the door. Turning the knob, you cautiously step in the office. “I’m Y/N, Sebastian’s…” you trail off as the nurse leads you to the cots. “How is he?” you chew on your lip nervously.

“Non! Non!” Sebastian’s voice lingers in the room, French accent a lot more noticeable. “Retire tes mains de moi (get your hands off me)! Ou est ma petite amie (where is my girlfriend)?!” he spits at Trent, who’s trying to coax the Warbler back into the cot, muttering ‘why are you not speaking English?’. “Je ne sais pas bon anglais (I don’t know good english)!” he bites in a frustrated tone, running a hand through his hair.

You furrow your eyebrows together, pushing the curtain. His knuckles curl around the edge of the cot, shoulders almost touching his ears. The moment Sebastian sees you, his green eyes light up, smile stretching on his lips. “Mon bébé, là tu es (my baby, there you are)!” he beams, standing up; navy lacrosse jersey hanging off his shoulder. You blink in confusion. “Ne me comprends-tu pas (do you not understand me)?” he whispers, eyes filling with water.

Frowning, you bend down in front of him, cupping his face. “Sebastian… Je t'aime (I love you)…” you hum, saying the only French you really know.

He grins, “Je t’aime, Y/N.” The knock on the door startles him and the glee club enters. “Pourquoi sont-ils ici (why are they here)?” he snarls, nose scrunching at the gang. “Quelle (what)?”

“Why is he speaking French?” Mercedes whispers to Kurt, who shrugs.

Sighing, you card your hand through his uncharastically messy hair, shaking your head. “French is his first language. He only learned English two years ago, before he came to Dalton.” you frown, eyes searching his face. “When we started dating, he was still learning.” you explain, “He must’ve hit his head really hard…” you cringe, pulling your beanie down.

“So, what’re we gonna do?” Artie pipes up, pushing his glasses to his nose.

Sebastian tugs on your hand, pouting. “Regarde, je ne comprends pas ce que tu dis mais (look, I don’t understand what you’re saying but)…” he pauses, licking his lips. “Je meurs de faim, pouvons-nous manger (I’m starving, can we eat)?”

You shrug your shoulders, squinting your eyes. “I think he’s hungry? Help me take him to Breadstix?”

You’re Safe Now

Pairing: JJ x Reader

Warnings: mentions of rape and swearing. 

!! This topic is a very serious matter and may find this disturbing or triggering to read so do be warned. If you feel uncomfortable reading, please don’t feel bad for leaving and going to read something else.

Word count: 2,407

Summary: You’re a kook and you and JJ have recently broken it off, so Sarah persuades you to go out to a party to try and get over him. 

A/N: i know pogues and kooks don’t usually go to house parties together but let’s just pretend they do in this

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The weight she felt is back. Well, it never really left her. It was just numbed with the excessive amount of alcohol that she consumed, leaving her with a pain in her head and the all known feelings of sharp and sudden pangs in her chest. 

 The pain was unusual to her, as before, heartbreak was a mystery. But now it’s only gotten worse. The swooping sensation in her stomach has risen and has the feeling that everything is slowed down, as if running in water has hit rock bottom.

 Sarah has checked on her multiple times in the past week but she just wanted to be alone. Alone to her thoughts. Thoughts on why he left. Crying, sleeping, drinking and thinking about him had been the only tasks she could bring herself to do. But was that really helping her? It didn’t seem to be, but the pain of seeing someone else who was happy, and them not feeling what she was, hurt her the most. She knew once Sarah left her room she would go out and live her life like normal and be happy, so why couldn’t she be like that?

 Staring at the ceiling, Y/N heard two faint knocks on the door, followed by it opening. She didn’t bother to look because she knew it would be her best friend coming to check up on her like she has done almost every day for the past week. Trying to get her to do the basic tasks of showering, eating and drinking anything other than what her parents had in their liquor cabinet and cupboards.

“Y/N? How are you feeling?” Sarah asked cautiously as she made her way to sit beside her on the side of the bed. Ignoring her, Y/N just sat up and lent against the headboard and played with her hands that were seated in her lap.

“Listen, I know you’re not in the mood, but I think it will be a really good idea for you to come out with me tonight.” Continuing to ignore her, Sarah sighed and began speaking again, “there’s not gunna be a lot of people there, the Kooks are just throwing a small thing, close friends, and a couple of Tourons, so you can get your mind off of him. You can shower, get changed and leave the house to get some fresh air. It will do you good.”

Y/N wanted to disagree with her, she really did. But deep down she knew Sarah was right. Staying in bed and feeling sorry for herself wouldn’t get her over him and fix her. She wouldn’t heal and forget about him if I didn’t carry on living her life. 

Looking up at her best friend, positioned beside her on the bed, she sent her a small nod and returned the intense gaze she had back to her hands on her lap.

“Okay, I’ll run you a shower,” she said enthusiastically as she stood up and walked towards the bathroom that was connected to the bedroom.

An hour later, Y/N and Sarah stepped along the sidewalk outside of the big kook house that held the party. Sarah said the party was going to be small, with hardly any people. But boy was she wrong. Y/N instantly regretted her decision to go and started backing up, stepping away from the house and its loud music further wishing to be tucked under the covers of her bed.

“Y/N! I’m so sorry, I honestly thought it was going to be small, I guess the word got out.” Sarah saw her movements and grabbed her hand before she could go anywhere.

“It’s okay,” Y/N returned in such a quiet voice she was surprised she could be heard. Sarah gave her a small smile and began to lead her into the house.

The music was so loud that it made her skin tingle and her lungs feel like mush. Not that that was how she was already feeling anyway. Over the roar of music, a distant, hazy chatter could be heard. She couldn’t make out any words, but laughter rang in her ears and wouldn’t seem to stop. A simple task that she found extremely hard to do in the past couple days. She found it sad that she couldn’t bring herself to laugh, but couldn’t blame herself. All she is, is sadness, every other emotion pushed from her being. 

Following Sarah through the house, being held by her arm, they made it to the kitchen, where Sarah poured herself and Y/N a drink. Gladly accepting. Neither of them knew what it was made of but it tasted good. As she was taking a sip, letting the familiar feeling of the alcohol travel down her throat, she again felt her arm being pulled and led away from the kitchen making her feet follow.

Weaving in-between masses of people, they finally arrived at a group of people Y/N recognised as Sarah’s friends from her classes, some she knew from hanging out, others she had never spoken to but were friendly nonetheless. Sending everyone a friendly but emotionless smile to be polite, she ignores all of their conversations, sipping her drink quietly to herself and falling back into the recent familiar state of feeling alone.

Looking around at the people in the crowded room, it is full of kooks, tourons and pogues. Everyone is feeding off of the smiles and fast drinking. It’s wall to wall of people dancing to the music or standing in individual groups, chatting, drinking and playing games. There’s no room for any more people to go. One of the busiest parties Y/N has ever seen. 

Then she sees him.

Stealing her breath and the heat from her skin. He was sitting on the edge of a sofa across the room from her, staring at his beer bottle that was in his hands. Wearing his signature grey board shorts, his classic grey, sleeveless shirt and his old worn out boots that she had to move one too many times for being in the way, thrown on her bedroom floor.

He had dark circles under his eyes and the few day stubble decorating his jaw, told her he also hasn’t been looking after himself. The obvious weight loss could be seen around his neck and face making his jawline look more prominent and his neck even smaller. 

Surrounded by the pogues, she could tell that he too, wasn’t invested in the party he was at, and all of the conversations happening around him. His expression was of one being forced to endure an unpleasant odour. Was he being forced there too? Was he hurting just as much as she was? With her mind wondering, other questions popped into her head. Did Sarah know he was going to be here? Is that why she made her come? 

Y/N knew Sarah had been seeing John B (not that anyone else was supposed to know) so was this all one big plan that they came up with to get the two of them back together again?

Her eyes slowly began to fill with tears as she continued to watch him. Watch his movements. Watch his hands move around the bottle in his hands while trying to remove the paper on its side. Watching his eyes move as people walk past him or sit down around him. 

Before she began to cry in front of everyone and he could see her, Y/N stood to her feet and walked away making her way through the masses of people to find an empty section of the house. 

Just as she made it out of the crowd of people and into an empty hallway, the wall of tears burst like water from a dam, falling down her face. She felt the muscles of her chin tremble like a small child and looked toward the window, as if the moon light could soothe her. She hears her own sounds, like a distressed child, raw from the inside. It takes something out of her I didn’t know she had left to give. 

The door to the room next to her began to open, making her quickly wipe away the excess tears that were down her cheeks and taking a deep breath in to try and calm her rapid breathing. Looking at her reflection through the window that was opposite the door, she could see two heavily intoxicated guys stumble out of a bedroom, followed by Rafe Camron.

She didn’t know what was going on inside of the room, but she knew it was something to do with drugs by the way all three mens pupils were dilated and all had slight residue of white powder around their noses.

He was wearing the usual kook fashion that most at the party dressed in, of khaki shorts and pink and white polo shirt as well as his signature slicked back hair style. He was drunk, but not as much his friend who he was just with. 

His blue eyes followed the other two as they stumbled down the corridor,still standing in the doorway before he landed his eyes on Y/N. He continued to stare, making her so uncomfortable that she began to turn away, to find another quiet place in the house to be alone.

“Y/N right? Sarah’s friend?” he asked, stopping her by positioning his body to block the route she was going to take back to the party.

“Uh yeah, but I, I need to um.. I need to go and find Sarah now,” she stuttered quietly, cursing at herself for how obvious the discomfort in her voice was. Not wanting to get into a conversation of why she’s crying to the person who hates the pogues, and more specifically JJ, the most. 

“You know, I’ve alway had a thing for you,” Rafe’s raspy voice said, looking down on her. Watching her every move without taking a blink. She backed herself more into the wall, a way of hiding from him. He stalked after her, trapping her. She felt the walls begin to close in every step Rafe took. “But I lost all respect for you when I heard you got with that dirty pogue.”

“Please Rafe, just let me go” she felt more tears burn in her eyes and they began to fall. 

“Now now, don’t cry,” Rafe cooed, shivering when she felt the rough texture of his hands brushing a stray tear from her face with the other hand slightly above her hip. Her body automatically tried to get away from his but his tight grip on my body only made it harder. Pinning her further into the wall.

“I haven’t got laid in awhile,” Rafe said. Y/N’s stomach dropped to the ground. 

Y/N let out a choked sob. “Please,” she pleaded again.

Her watery eyes enlarged and the hairs on the nape of her neck stood up from fear. She tried to scream or make any sort of noise to gain the attention of anyone, but the inside of her mouth lacked any moisture and a croak was all that could make it past her lips. She felt the panic begin like a cluster of spark plugs in her abdomen. 

Rafe placed a chaste kiss on her neck, his stubby fingers curled in her hair and he still had his body pressed against hers against the wall.

Out of nowhere, a balled fist collided with Rafe’s cheekbone, flinging his neck backward like a willow caught in the wind. He stumbled backwards, releasing his body from the terrified girls, rubbing his cheek with his palm. 

“Rafe, what the fuck?” a girl’s voice shouted. Sarah. Y/N collapsed to the floor trying to take in air through her trembling body. Sarah following trying to help calm the petrified girl on the floor

“JJ! Get off of him, you made your point!” another familiar voice shouted. John B.

Looking up through watery eyes she saw the commotion that was unfolding in front of her.

JJ.  

He saved her from Rafe as if he could hear her silent prayers and pleads.

She saw as John B held a struggling JJ from attacking an already bruised and bloody Rafe led on the floor trying to pull himself up.

“Rafe just leave” you heard Sarah say from beside you, as she continued to stroke Y/N’s back.

Gazing over at JJ, his menacing eyes were a blazing red staring at the man as he walked back to the main party. His head tilted down making the rest of his features indistinguishable.

As Rafe left, John B let go of the angry teen and he instantly made his way to her. Before she could draw in the air her body desperately needed, JJ knelt down on her other side and helped her up with help from Sarah.

Standing with his support, she melted into his form. Feeling his firm torso and the heart that beats within. His hands are folded around her back, drawing her in closer. She can feel her body shake. Releasing the current event and seeing him and touching him for the first time since they broke up.

Sarah backed up and clung to John B as tears welled in her eyes as she watched the girl in JJ’s arms. She always saw Y/N as this tough Kook who wouldn’t take shit from anyone. And seeing her best friend so vulnerable at the hands of someone she trusted, hurt.

JJ pulls his head back and wipes the tears that fell from Y/N’s eyes with his callous fingers. Even the roughness of his fingertips brings more relief then her heart can hold. He is eating her with his eyes, running his hand through her Y/H/C hair.

“Hey, hey, it’s okay.. you’re safe now,” he spoke in a quiet hushed voice. Kissing her forehead like they would always do to each other to try and calm themselves down.

In that moment all she could think about was him. Why they broke up and went their separate ways in the first place. It’s as if all that love became pain, pain became fear and the fear sowed hatred. Hatred strong enough to break them. Ironic isn’t it. Maybe that’s the way things go, a strong hate to break a strong love.

“Thank you”

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