“I’m scared.” She’d admit, hugging him tighter as she tried to keep the tears at bay. He had told her many times that he hated seeing her cry—that she was most beautiful when she smiled, the radiance in her sparkling eyes were addictive. “I don’t want to lose us.”
Cause that was how they were. One would not live without the other, for they were a package deal. There would be no George without a Fred, and there would be no Fred without a George.
The four of them were gathered around the fire. It was warm, and the soft orange-yellow glow of the flames was a welcomed contrast to the darkness of the cold night that enveloped them with its overbearing presence. Abigail, in particular, was very thankful—she was terrified of the dark.
There was a boy that was told to steal something and to make sure that he wouldn’t get caught doing so. He decided to steal a living, breathing, fox and hide it inside his own coat.
One hundred and forty characters is enough to convey any emotion if you think about it. I just tend to over achieve and make poetry when ranting suffices.
The worst thing that can happen to a person is that instead of falling for them, the person they love happens to fall for an idea of them. And it hurts, because you’d never thought your biggest rival would be a YOU that doesn’t even exist.
Getting your heart broken is unavoidable. We all know that. But there are some people that we love in ways that aren’t defined by romance. So, even if they don’t return your feelings, you still decide to keep them in your life. Because it would be worse without them either way.
“Who goes there?” he shouts as his shackles sound out. “A stranger” she answers, again offers the dish. Then one cold winter evening, as she comes with baked bread, he tells her a story of a man long thought dead.