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It's fourteen months after you first met. It's pissing down with rain, and you've both taken refuge in a crowded, noisy shopping centre.  

You stand in line at Starbucks- she's already sitting at a table- and you order both of your standard drinks. You think back to your(more)
"I don't think it counts," you say, one eyebrow raised.

"What the HELL are you talking about?? Of course it does! It definitely does!"
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"You wear that mask all the time. Doesn't it get hard?"

At first, you hear her but you don't realize that she's talking to you. There's dozens of other people in this tiny Starbucks, escaping the cold, and it takes you a moment to realize that the heavenly(more)
The way I see it, I had the chance to become two different people. My life diverged, not in a yellow wood, but in a fiery, explosion filled hospital room. And with that explosion, one of the paths I wished to take was closed off to me, the rubble(more)
there's nothing left anymore.
just pain that the memories bring.
your eyes
shining bright with the love of your heart
your love
breathing life into my being (more)
The baby's onesie is stained from the tears that won't stop falling from your tired eyes. Her weight in your arms echoes the weight compressing your heart, the feeling of a sadness so far-reaching you don't know if it's ever going to stop.  
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It's raining the day you tell her. Not just a light drizzle, but heavy, pounding rains that don't let you hear your own thoughts. She lies next to you, her feet resting on your lap, as the heavy rain knocks against the window, slapping against the bricks outside. It's(more)
"Are you calling me a liar?"
The air is thick with tension. Your palms begin to sweat and your friends begin to look over at the commotion.

"I'm not saying you're a liar, but that just doesn't seem plausible."
"So you're saying I'm a liar."

Her eyebrow(more)
She's asleep next to you, her dark blond hair splayed out over the pillow.
You should be sleeping, too, but you had been woken by the barking dog in the apartment next door. She didn't wake up, she never did. She could sleep through a goddamn earthquake or (more)
I do not know what is beyond the gate.
It has been a mystery since birth, an unanswered enigma.
Time and time again I have stood before its iron bars,
my hand resting on the latch (more)
She stands before you and she is perfect. Her eyebrows knitted together in concentration, frustration evident from the way she crinkles her nose.
Her shoes are several sizes too big, probably because they were the first she could find in her mess-filled castle. The jacket she wears doesn't quit(more)