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169.He Loves MeHe Loves me not“He loves me… He loves me not… He loves me…”169.He Loves MeHe Loves me not
One by one, the petals of the small dandelion were picked off. Her small fingers, calloused from the life she was forced to live, handled each with the care afforded to something so very breakable. The sun beat down on the roof of her building where she sat; the black tar paper that had been laid down was extremely hot to the touch, so she avoided it. Having picked her way through the amount of garbage, around a couple pieces of plywood that had been erected, fortified, and patched up more times than she could remember, she’d claimed a seat on the edge of
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001. IntroductionI walked into the meeting room, feeling a bit nervous. The double doors, steel and reinforced should the room need to contain something particularly explosive or violent, swung open on their own. There were no handles. I controlled them, I was the one that decided who came in and who left. It was really the only thing I actually had control over. Characters could still bang on the doors and scream, ideas could still pile up on either side, and Muse could refuse to show at all, but at least I could open or close the doors at my whim.001. Introduction
A small thing, but it meant a lot in the chaos of my mind.
The circular room was, o
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106. Writing on the WallI’ve been here before.106. Writing on the Wall
Seen you before.
My fingers traced over the words that had been carved into the wall. Through the paint and the picture, and actually into the rough stone. This particular section had been painted messily with splashes of whatever the painter had seen fit to grab.
Whatever I had lying around. Hues of blues and purples applied so long ago that it was starting to chip, crack, and peel. The picture wasn’t important, and I vaguely recalled painting it. So very long ago. And now the words. Carved angrily almost, they bit into the wall. I was dimly aware I had carved this too, but I
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107. FirefliesIt was like he just vanished. Of course he hadn’t. The good bye had just been brief. A parting of friends, of quick smiles, brief laughs, and the half hearted promise of ‘I’ll see you around’. The days leading up to the departure were a wreck. I had to pretend like it was no big deal, that he wasn’t really going to be stepping out of my life. With so much history spared between us, the thought of him not being there hurt. Was terrifying.107. Fireflies
The thought of him having other friends, of laughing with other people… it just hadn’t sat well with me. Even though nothing more had ever
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039. DreamsThe light filtering in the large paned windows was breathtaking. They opened up to a vague outside setting that could not be discerned through the light of morning. Even as the day would wane on, ever would the light shine into this sanctuary for what may never be, but what was wished and hoped for. The outside world was nothing to the room and its sole occupant. Hardly a thought or concern was spared for mortality, for life and death, and the vicious cycle that raged outside his metal doors.039. Dreams
It never ceased to amaze him what that honeyed glow did to the crystalline statues that decorated the room. Shelf upon shelf, from fl
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Wow, stories and Aion characters huh? I may have to poke around.
I never really got into Aion sadly, but I'm not sure if I really gave it that much of a chance...
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