He kissed bạn slowly, and the feeling of tình yêu drowned your senses. A hug. A kiss. And bạn went further on.
bạn walk home, feeling amazing, beautiful, wonderful and every other feeling of happiness and love. The sky seems full of joy and the blue is blinding. The clouds have mixed shapes and sizes, each much thêm different than the other.
bạn enter your room and sit at the warmest corner in your room and smile at the thoughts of that special someone. Then your eyes blacken out.
Death. Hate. Depression. Bitterness. Sorrow. Murder.
bạn shake your head at the thoughts and push try to push them out. A feeling of emptiness fills your inner soul. bạn grab the dao, con dao under your giường from when bạn were eating dưa hấu and stick it in your back pocket.
A strong urge fills you. bạn can’t control it. bạn walk out your door and towards the person bạn love.
He is texting his friend about how much he loves you. bạn lift the dao, con dao into the air and try to hold back. bạn fingers cringe, trying to press the dao, con dao against his neck.
bạn feel the guilt slipping through your ears and cool off your neck. bạn let out a quiet sigh and smile. bạn are glad that bạn didn’t kill. bạn slowly lose grip of the dao, con dao and it slips out of your fingers, landing on his shoulder and gracefully gliding down his arm. A long scar scrapes his arm and the dao, con dao is stuck at the very end.
He falls down to the floor and looks around wildly to find the person in charge. His eyes fill with tears and disappoint when he sees that bạn are the cause of this. A twisted frown of hatred fills his expression.
bạn begin to cry and find a way to apologize for the harm just caused.
“I’m sorry.” bạn whisper and cry a lot more.
He gives a glare.
“How could you?” He slowly stutters.
“I didn’t mean to. I don’t know.” bạn whisper.
His eyes begin to blink quickly, hiển thị he would be gone any second.
bạn run to his side and Kiss his lifeless lips.
“I’m sorry. I tình yêu you.” bạn say slyly and step away from the body.
bạn walk home, feeling amazing, beautiful, wonderful and every other feeling of happiness and love. The sky seems full of joy and the blue is blinding. The clouds have mixed shapes and sizes, each much thêm different than the other.
bạn enter your room and sit at the warmest corner in your room and smile at the thoughts of that special someone. Then your eyes blacken out.
Death. Hate. Depression. Bitterness. Sorrow. Murder.
bạn shake your head at the thoughts and push try to push them out. A feeling of emptiness fills your inner soul. bạn grab the dao, con dao under your giường from when bạn were eating dưa hấu and stick it in your back pocket.
A strong urge fills you. bạn can’t control it. bạn walk out your door and towards the person bạn love.
He is texting his friend about how much he loves you. bạn lift the dao, con dao into the air and try to hold back. bạn fingers cringe, trying to press the dao, con dao against his neck.
bạn feel the guilt slipping through your ears and cool off your neck. bạn let out a quiet sigh and smile. bạn are glad that bạn didn’t kill. bạn slowly lose grip of the dao, con dao and it slips out of your fingers, landing on his shoulder and gracefully gliding down his arm. A long scar scrapes his arm and the dao, con dao is stuck at the very end.
He falls down to the floor and looks around wildly to find the person in charge. His eyes fill with tears and disappoint when he sees that bạn are the cause of this. A twisted frown of hatred fills his expression.
bạn begin to cry and find a way to apologize for the harm just caused.
“I’m sorry.” bạn whisper and cry a lot more.
He gives a glare.
“How could you?” He slowly stutters.
“I didn’t mean to. I don’t know.” bạn whisper.
His eyes begin to blink quickly, hiển thị he would be gone any second.
bạn run to his side and Kiss his lifeless lips.
“I’m sorry. I tình yêu you.” bạn say slyly and step away from the body.
The Pillsbury Doughboy died yesterday of a yeast infection and trauma complications from repeated pokes in the belly. He was 71. Doughboy was buried in a lightly greased coffin. Dozens of người nổi tiếng turned out to pay their respects, including Mrs. Butterworth, Hungry Jack, the California Raisins, Betty Crocker, the Hostess Twinkies, and Captain Crunch. The gravesite was piled high with flours. Aunt Jemima delivered the eulogy and lovingly described Doughboy as a man who never knew how much he was kneaded. Doughboy rose quickly in hiển thị business, but his later life was filled with turnovers. He was not considered a very smart cookie, wasting much of his dough on half-baked schemes. Despite being a little flaky at times he still was a crusty old man and was considered a positive roll model for millions. Doughboy is survived bởi his wife Play Dough, two children, John Dough and Jane Dough, plus they had one in the oven. He is also survived bởi his elderly father, Pop Tart.
Shaun
I watched two little girls playing, watching one in particular. She reminded me painfully of Serena. The little girl pulled her friend to her feet and ran towards a woman that I recognized.
It was her. At first I was sure I was halluncinating.
Her dark hair was a little longer than I had seen it last. She was wearing a black pencil váy and a deep blue blouse. She looked happy as the girl ran up to her.
She hugged the little girl. Their hair was the same colour.
I watched numbly as Serena looked at the child with unfathomable tình yêu as she told her something.
Serena looked up at me, pain and shock evident on her face.
I watched two little girls playing, watching one in particular. She reminded me painfully of Serena. The little girl pulled her friend to her feet and ran towards a woman that I recognized.
It was her. At first I was sure I was halluncinating.
Her dark hair was a little longer than I had seen it last. She was wearing a black pencil váy and a deep blue blouse. She looked happy as the girl ran up to her.
She hugged the little girl. Their hair was the same colour.
I watched numbly as Serena looked at the child with unfathomable tình yêu as she told her something.
Serena looked up at me, pain and shock evident on her face.
Shaun
About an giờ after she called me, I was still sitting there. Unresponsive.
The phone rang again. I forced myself to pick it up.
It was Serena. She was crying.
"I couldn't do it," she said, before hanging up again.
Serena
I couldn't do it. As soon as I was out of the clinic, I drove home. When I'd parked my car, I couldn't hold the tears back.
I looked up, shocked. I had gone to my mother's house.
I stumbled out of the car, and my mother came running out. I collapsed in her warm arms, still sobbing.
Kate
I hear my daughter. Crying. I run outside, and hug my angel, my little angel.
I don't try to make her tell me what's wrong. She'll tell me when she wants to. I know her that well.
About an giờ after she called me, I was still sitting there. Unresponsive.
The phone rang again. I forced myself to pick it up.
It was Serena. She was crying.
"I couldn't do it," she said, before hanging up again.
Serena
I couldn't do it. As soon as I was out of the clinic, I drove home. When I'd parked my car, I couldn't hold the tears back.
I looked up, shocked. I had gone to my mother's house.
I stumbled out of the car, and my mother came running out. I collapsed in her warm arms, still sobbing.
Kate
I hear my daughter. Crying. I run outside, and hug my angel, my little angel.
I don't try to make her tell me what's wrong. She'll tell me when she wants to. I know her that well.
Shaun
Three months later, we were apparently "an item".
She had me twisted around her little finger. She could have made me jump in front of a bus, all that was needed was one look from her "love me, bạn know bạn want to" Sô cô la brown eyes.
I paid attention to her every move, her every word.
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When I first told her I loved her, I was expecting rejection, but she surprised me. She kissed me, and đã đưa ý kiến she loved me too. The sun revolved around where she stood.
Nothing else mattered.
Three months later, we were apparently "an item".
She had me twisted around her little finger. She could have made me jump in front of a bus, all that was needed was one look from her "love me, bạn know bạn want to" Sô cô la brown eyes.
I paid attention to her every move, her every word.
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When I first told her I loved her, I was expecting rejection, but she surprised me. She kissed me, and đã đưa ý kiến she loved me too. The sun revolved around where she stood.
Nothing else mattered.