Silence

Lily doesn’t know when the rift between them started; she can’t seem to pinpoint exactly when it was that Sebastian became distant. Perhaps it was at senior prom when he asked her as a date and she turned him down politely. Maybe even the summer before senior year started when they spent the whole summer together and they cuddled every night.

Whenever it was, Lily does not know. All she wants is answers, something that can tame her racing mind. She doesn’t want to blame him or herself, though she knows to a certain point she’s living in a false reality.

It didn’t feel real when they didn’t talk the whole summer before college started, it didn’t feel real when she saw him that fall and he walked right past her without a glance, and it definitely doesn’t feel real sitting across from him now, letting the silence control them.

Tale of a Heartbroken Girl

The awkward air between us wasn’t always here.

The evil glares we exchange used to be loving glances we stole from each other.

It seems as if it’s a twisted fairytale because this one doesn’t end with happily ever after. But it indeed begins with once upon a time.

Spring Rains

The sun smiled happily as soft white clouds floated in the afternoon sky. Spring rains had just graced the flowers, the air had that touch of spring rain that Sophia loved so dearly. Preston remembered this so vividly, for she always dragged him outside right after those sparse spring showers to smell the air. She always told him to close his eyes, clear his mind, and just take a deep breath. The scent was pure, as innocent as a child, and relaxation set in within the blink of an eye.

Her laughter would stir him from his relaxed daze and he would open his eyes to see her running towards her garden to gently examine each flower. It never rained hard enough for the rain droplets to weigh down the petals, yet Sophia had said that even those spring rains were more than enough to hurt the fragile petals. Preston had also said it was a result of her kind and gentle heart, Sophia always had the heart to help.

Preston kneeled down to examine the flowers, just as Sophia would have, and closed his eyes. He took a deep breath, exhaled, and repeated.

One.

Two.

Three breaths.

He stopped and paused.

His love, as fragile a petal after spring rain, couldn’t withstand it all. Thunderstorms poured and passed, snow blanketed the ground and melted to show the gorgeous greens, and the spring rains had come, but Sophia couldn’t witness the new spring with him. Had only he been there…had only he cared as much as she did…perhaps she’d see her flowers survive another spring rain.

[WSWC] Dōshite Kimi o Suki ni Natte Shimattandarō?

Dōshite Kimi o Suki ni Natte Shimattandarō?: DBSK

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Perhaps we’ve spoke so many times that I feel that I’ve told you all that I’ve ever needed to tell you therefore you may be wondering why this letter is on your kitchen table.

Lexi paused. Her hand faltered and she let the pen fall out of her grasp. It wasn’t too late to back out now, there was plenty of time to throw the letter away and have a face to face conversation with him. Lexi shook her head and picked up the pen.

This wasn’t a conversation she could have with him.

Just last week, we were talking about how beautiful the cherry blossoms will be this year. I’m not sure if you realize it, but our anniversary falls during the blooming season of the cherry blossoms in DC. I don’t expect you to remember since you should be worrying more about your anniversary with Sophia.

While I’m on that subject, I need to congratulate you on your engagement. I never got the chance to tell you in person, only on the phone, since…I sort of disappeared into thin air. I do owe you an explanation however it’s hard for me to explain this to you. For that reason, I have written this letter.

She paused once again and took a deep breath. This was it.

Do you remember the day we met? Under the cherry blossoms in the midst of spring, trying to escape the harsh realities of the world we met by chance. I’d love to conclude the rest as history but this isn’t a classic love story.

[WSWC] Insa

Insa: Jaejoong

The wait is always the hardest, Brielle thinks. She has been through this numerous times yet the same emotions always come. At the onset, she would try to stay calm just for his sake. If they were both scared, nothing good would come out of it. However fear is the only thing circulating through her blood. The car ride there always proves to be her breaking point. Watching him in pain, silently begging to be relieved of his ache, she can’t control herself. She knows he hates himself, more than anything in the world. Trapped in a body he refuses to call his own, all he does is suffer. However as far as she knows, he is still the same guy she fell in love with, regardless of how he views himself. Same dark locks gracing his face, piercing green eyes constantly reading her soul; nothing ever changes.

Gone

In dedication of Amayu, enjoy ^.^

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My hands shake in my lap as I sit quietly at the table. Voices whisper around me and the chatter of adjacent tables makes me aware of my surroundings. I am in a restaurant, a private high class one to be exact, one only by reservations and only the supposed “wealthy” dine here. I myself did not make the reservations but instead my “parents” did.

To say I am on an arranged date would be an understatement.

False Love

Your charming presence, your charismatic smile, and your smooth talking continue to lure me in deeper and deeper into your world. Reality seems to be nonexistent; it is only you and I in the world.

Parents and friends are nothing but mere words, having no real influence on me. Is that love? Where I leave all I once knew, all that gave me life and molded me into the person I am today, for someone who took my heart in months?

I believe so.

Yes, I do. For me to give it my all and be oblivious to others only shows my pure dedication to you. Yet, the feelings will never be mutual. I know, you know, and they all know, that I am nothing to you. You have my heart captured in your hands, not next to your heart. You play my emotions as if I am a game, you lead me left and right blindly without sound, but I can’t stop loving you.

Trapped by false emotions that play the game of reality, I can’t do anything but love you. Your love conquers all even if happiness isn’t the ultimate result.

Fear

Just a little something to get my creative juices flowing again.

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I know him like the back of my hand. Forwards and backwards, up and down, there’s not a thing I don’t know. I know his favorite color, his favorite class, what he likes to do in his spare time, where he works and pretty much anything else that revolves around his life.

I know what kind of girls he likes, I know who he has been dating. We have not dated, we aren’t  friends, and we sure are not family. I know anything that is something about him yet he does not know of my existence. Day by day, I can only stare and think of what it would be like for him to actually know. To know of my feelings or to be rejected is the age old question I ask myself day after day. Living in fear is the only thing that stops me from asking.

 

9, 3, 1: Prologue

She came into my life when I was at the ripe age of 16. Everything was so awkward and new then, I never thought I would even outgrow that stage. I was five foot nine, had overgrown black hair that yelled to be cut every day, and piercing green eyes that made me stick out like a sore thumb. Socializing was never my strongest point but I managed to merge myself into several social circles.

When it came to girls, I was at a loss. I never considered myself a ladies man and I was sure that half my friends were convinced I was gay. I don’t blame them though; I never had a single relationship in my 16 years of life. Not even a sort-of-kind-of girlfriend back in elementary school. I had always thought it was something that would come along as I came into high school. While the people I associated with snuggled with their girlfriends, they assured I was next.

Besides that fact, there wasn’t much I could do to convince them otherwise. Most of the people that attended my school were people I knew since pre-school meaning if I didn’t love them then, it wasn’t going to happen in high school.

It wasn’t until the last day of winter break that my mindset completely changed.

It was as if she had been there all along but I had suddenly noticed her out of the blue. She was all of a sudden invading my thoughts, dreams, and my attention of every waking minute. As if she was made just for me, things flew along, unexpectedly to my own realization.

She was mine in a matter of days. Life was beautiful as a direct result of her presence yet as I learned more about her, I grew closer to her than I knew I should have. Secrets arose that I wasn’t ready to hear nor face, taking me on a rollercoaster of accepting her for who she was or conforming to pretend she was still the perfect girlfriend.

Either way I looked at it, she turned my world upside down.

~.~

Yes yes another story. To be perfectly honest I have no idea where this is going to go but it sounded fantastic in my head and I’ll just have to see where it’s going to go. But the title 9, 3, 1 has plenty of significance.

Arielle (6/6)

His soft fingertips grazed the back of Arielle’s neck, gently soothing the sensitive skin there as he held her tightly. Elliot could only imagine things like this happening in his dreams and he had to continuously look down at the girl in his arms to remind himself that none of this was a dream.

It was reality.