thelastdashi
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the writings, ramblings and role plays of miss nicky. some of these are rps with my wonderful friend sam, some of these are just random one-shots either based on fandoms I enjoy, or original characters. wanting to know more about my characters? click the link here if you have any questions, or want to submit a prompt? Click here.
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21 days.
Once upon a time
I used to romanticize
Used to be somebody, never mind
Don't miss it that much now
I can't believe I'm writing another one of these. Scratch that. I can. There's so many things still left unsaid, and so many things that I wish I could answer. And, as I know talking to you will likely leave me second guessing myself - I'm writing yet another letter.
I think it's sinking in
Days that I wonder where I've been
In picture perfect porcelain
But I won't lose a pound
When I first "met" you, I wasn't in a well place. I was living my entire life online, hidden by an avatar. Why? Because when I used that avatar... I could feel beautiful. And for the longest time, whenever I used that site, there was only two people who knew the real me. Then you came around. And you had a lot of rules... and things got real fast. I remember you convincing me to let you add me on facebook, and give you my phone number.
Can I be completely honest here, and say that from the start... I was never comfortable with that. At all. I remember the weekend of the blues fest a couple years ago. I told you I wasn't going to be available most of the weekend, and you did everything in your power to make me feel bad about that. It was right after that, I changed my phone number... hoping that I could get away from you.
You say I would make a better liar
And never face the music when it's dire
And I breathe disaster, ever after
Don't pull away from me now
But I couldn't. You didn't have my number at first, but you still had me on that site and facebook. And even while you were with your one ex... we still had conversations that were beyond inappropriate. And, I can be open and honest now... but I never did anything. The thought of doing anything made me completely ill. Often I'd just type some stupid response, while playing in the background.
But it didn't matter. You enjoyed yourself and that was the most important thing in the world.
Looking back, I never should've given you my number after I changed it. And I should've just deleted you on facebook and on that site. That was one of the biggest mistakes of my life.
Nobody told ya this is gonna fold ya
We go marching in like toy soldiers
To have and hold ya over sold ya
They’re marching like toy soldiers
Somehow, I managed to convince myself that despite how uncomfortable you consistently made me - that perhaps I was falling for you. After picking the pieces of two of your broken relationships, and watching you get together with someone that only lived online, and refused to become "real"... I told myself that I couldn't watch you get heartbroken again. So I told you that I loved you, even though, I honestly wasn't 100% sure.
And at first, I was happy. Things seemed relatively calm, and but then the little fights started. And I couldn't tell you how I felt, without you getting upset and making me seem like the bad guy. Like I had to be the perfect little submissive girl, who would do exactly what you wanted to and believed exactly what you wanted her to. And admittedly, for a time I fell into that role. Because I was sick of the fighting, and I had convinced myself that I was never going to be loved by anyone else.
The first time we met face to face, things were great. You helped out my family, you acted like the perfect gentleman. And, although I had to pay for EVERYTHING... I went along with it, because again, I truly thought I was happy. My family thought I was happy.
And then there was that ill-fated trip down there. While at the time I was happy you'd proposed... the timing was worse. Despite what people were telling you, proposing to a girl the day her grandfather dies is a terrible. fucking. idea. Not only was I emotionally fragile because I'd lost somebody I loved, I agreed, knowing that I wasn't 100% sure... partially because I knew it would make you happy and because of the pressure I was feeling from other people.
Somehow don't you dare fail, fail me now, ever after
Somehow don't you dare fail, fail me now, ever after
Somehow
It was after that trip that I had started to get sick. Anxiety was something that had always bothered me, but once the stress of trying to plan a wedding got added in... My body started to react in a physical way. And because of this, I ended up in the hospital A LOT because I couldn't handle it. But that didn't stop the stress. I was trying to plan the wedding of my dreams - but it was no where near. It wasn't the food. It wasn't the dress... but it wasn't my wedding. It was me, trying to plan and pay for a wedding the way YOU wanted, but still trying to make it the best I could.
And seriously? Don't get me started on half the shit. I really do hope that if you can convince someone to marry you, that they want the ridiculous wedding you want. I don't care if potlucks are how you do it in the south... that's not the way we do it here.
Not to mention, around halloween, you took a trip in to "super pro-life crazy town." I understand that you're pro-life because your mom wanted to abort you... but honestly? GET YOUR NOSE OUT OF OTHERS BODIES. There was no way in HELL that I was going to stop taking my birth control, just because you were convinced that it causes abortions (it doesn't). You want to make a real difference in the reproductive community? Grow a fucking brain, open a fucking science textbook and LEARN. FYI: Science isn't a religion, young earth creationism can be easily proven incorrect - especially if you look at the world around you. If God didn't want us to learn more about the world around us, and be critical thinkers... we wouldnt.
But moving on from that,I pushed on with the wedding - because (if you haven't picked up on the theme) I thought I was happy. And anytime I tried to explain I felt otherwise... my mind got "changed" by you and your "friends." Even though, deep down in my heart, I knew that I deserved better, and that any happiness I felt would be short lived once we were married.
Once upon a time
This place was beautiful and mine
But now it's just a bottom line
Barely comes to mind
But ever after was mine
There was one thing I told you that you consistently seemed to forget. That I was sexually assaulted, and didn't always wanted to be touched. And while your love language might be touch, its not mine - and there were many times when I'd see you that you'd touch me, even though I told you not to.
That's why I got so sick the last time you were here - and what was truthfully the straw that broken the camels back. I was so overwhelmed and uncomfortable, but you couldn't respect that. Instead, you'd come up behind me and whisper in my ear about how you couldn't wait to touch me. A though, that honestly once we got closer to the wedding made me physically ill. Because I knew, that given my past... I truthfully wasn't ready to be intimate in that way. And I knew that the minute I said those vows... you'd want me to be.
It was the second trip to the hospital, when I ended up in psych that I truly realized how not ready I was. How unhappy with you and our relationship I was. That I regretted ever getting back in contact with you two years ago, after I changed my number. And that, maybe if I had stayed away from you, like my gut warned me to... I wouldn't be the mess that I am today.
21 days from now, we were supposed to be saying our vows. But we won't be. Nor will we ever. 21 days from now, I plan to be a long way from here, enjoying a break from the world. Do I regret our relationship? Honestly? With every ounce of my being. While you may not have physically abused me, you did mentally and have left so many scars... and so many ways I second guess myself, that I'm not the same person. Would I do it again? No.
So have a good life, and maybe you'll make someone happy.
I'll be your disaster, ever after
So fire away
Goodbye
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Ever since my parents divorce, I had begun to put up walls. It wasn’t because I wanted to keep anyone out - but rather because I hadn’t wanted to let anyone in.I had figured that even though my parents had fought a lot, they still loved each other… so when they told me that they were getting divorced… well, it broke my heart. And when I saw how easily Mom moved on, I began to wonder if there really was such a thing known as love.
But… that all changed when I met him. He was the first person to break down those walls completely, and show me what it meant to truly feel loved. Sure, I had made friends through the years, and I loved them - but it wasn't the same. He showed me that love wasn't just some idea - but that it was real, and that I was worthy of being loved for being who I am. That even when I felt like I was going to break, that there was someone who would pick up the pieces.
And sure, it's a great idea... but, what do you do when the person who promised to never hurt you, is the one who caused you the worst pain of your life? Welcome to my life.
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dylan kairi tait
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Dylan started ballet lessons at the age of 5, and has danced ever since. When her parents divorced before her 10th birthday, dance became her escape and her freedom. Dylan chose to stay with her father, while her mother moved to the other side of the country. While her father has yet to remarry, her mother remarried within a year of the divorce. Since that point, Dylan now has 4 half-siblings that she never sees.
Other than her parents’ divorce, Dylan had a fairly normal life growing up. That all changed at the age of 17 when she met Ryan Kennish. He was everything that Dylan ever wanted, and he seemed to care for her in the same way. The two of them were inseparable. At the age of 20, while they were studying at Seattle University, Ryan proposed to Dylan, with their wedding to take place after their graduation, in two years.
The wedding plans went full speed ahead, and the two of them had planned the most lavish wedding. The day of the wedding though, Ryan got cold feet, and left Dylan at the altar, with only a very vague note. Dylan has had a hard time since he left, and wishes that she could see him once more. If not to get back together, but to get answers. Dylan is trying to pick up the pieces of her life, but is having a really hard time.
Notable Powers/Abilities: - gifted dancer. trained in ballet, but also has done lyrical & jazz.
- meticulously organized, has mild OCD
- Extremely compassionate and caring.
- Fairly quiet and soft spoken, but will speak up if she feels threatened.
Weaknesses: - Him. There’s just something about him that makes her lose her focus.
- Disorganization. She absolutely hates messes.
- Major weakness for sweets & junk foods.
Dylan was originally created for this site
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the things i'll never say
Never put my love out on the line
Never said "Yes" to the right guy
Never had trouble getting what I want
But when it comes to you, I’m never good enough
Hi,
I really didn't know how to start this. Was the best way to write hey asshole? Or would that have made me sound like a bitch? Maybe I should've just stuck with the formal greeting - but the truth is, that really doesn't fit how I'm feeling. There's parts of me that are angry, parts of me that are sad, and parts of me, that truthfully, are happy to see that your gone. Despite my best efforts, I can't seem to get my emotions to agree on just one feeling it seems.
But you make me wanna act like a girl
Paint my nails and wear high heels
Yes, you make me so nervous
That I just can’t hold your hand
To be honest, I guess it really doesn't matter how I start this off. It's not like I have any intentions of ever showing this to you. Your a part of my past, that I am trying my best to move past, so I hope that with this letter, I can finish doing that. It might seem stupid, but there are so many things I've wanted to say to you. Things that I needed to say, but whenever I tried to bring up how I felt, or the things I believed in... it turned into an argument.
Puttin’ my defenses up
'Cause I don’t wanna fall in love
If I ever did that
I think I’d have a heart attack
Truth is, I don't share many of the same beliefs as you. And honestly, I should have realized how fundamentally different our beliefs were months ago. I support science. I support the right to choose. I support public schooling - where kids can get a proper education to be functional members of society. But at the same time, I am a Christian. And I know exactly what you're thinking. How can she be a Christian, but not be: Pro-life, pro-science, and against all of my fundamental beliefs? Because I know that God calls people to be scientists, to learn more about our planet and everything on it. I support choice, because no one should be forced to carry a pregnancy. Especially if there is a chance that mother or child will not survive. What upsets me, is the fact that you were so against abortion, that you would've rather seen my friend die from an ectopic pregnancy - then abort her child.
You want to know the truth? If a doctor told me that my pregnancy was ectopic, or that my baby would be incompatible with life - I know that as difficult it would be, I would abort. Whereas you'd want to run me to 800 different doctors - all in the name of being pro-life.
The feelings got lost in my lungs
They’re burning, I’d rather be numb
And there’s no one else to blame (no one else)
What hurts worse than all of that, was no matter what I did - you seemed more content with putting me down, rather than supporting me and my decisions. It was your way, or the highway. So, I eventually just started to smile and nod. Because, for awhile, I figured that if I didn't support you completely and be the compliant little bride you wanted... I'd end up alone.
You came to expect me to leave you a message every day that you were at work - yet I never received any of the same treatment. When I told you I couldn't use messenger at work, because I had to work - you'd tell me that it depressed you, but you were happy I was making money. And, if I ever had any free time, and I decided to go see friends, you'd make me feel guilty, because I wasn't devoting all my time to you. So, I had to start to lie to you. Tell you I was at work, so I could see my friends - which made me feel even guiltier.
That's why I started to get so sick. Why I made so many trips to the hospital. Because of you. You stressed me out to the point, that my body started to revolt physically. When you were up here, any time you touched me - I'd start to have a panic attack. It was worse in those times that I had asked you to not touch me. Because I knew already that I was having a panic attack, and it was just going to make things worse. But you couldn't see that. Because no matter what, it was all about you and your needs. Fuck anyone else, you couldn't even be arsed to help my family - you expected us to do everything for you.
So scared I take off and I run
I’m flying too close to the sun
And I burst into flames
The day/night that you left, I stayed up most of the night, thinking and praying. Even though you said repeatedly that you felt God was bringing us closer together - I felt the exact opposite. If God was the one bringing us together, I wouldn't have been as full of doubt as I was. Or our beliefs would've aligned more - and I wouldn't have felt like I needed to fit in some stupid mold for your perfect woman. I had never felt so stressed out about my weight or appearance in years, until I met you. You'd tell me that I was beautiful, but then rebuke me if I wasn't eating properly. Since Christmas, my self-image and self-esteem had plummeted. I couldn't convince myself that I was beautiful, because I wasn't losing weight like you wanted.
Sure, you said you were concerned about my health - but the reality is, you are more unhealthy than me. I've never seen one person drink so much pop so quickly. It's not healthy. But, I never said anything - because I didn't want to hurt you. Even though, the way you spoke to me about that stuff hurt. A lot. But I brushed it off, because I was scared of starting a fight.
It's just not fair
Pain's more trouble than love is worth
I gasp for air
It feels so good, but you know it hurts
When I started writing this, I honestly figured that I was going to apologize for ending things the way that I did. Because I took the easy way out, and left you a message, when I knew you wouldn't be near a computer. I did it this way, because I knew that if I tried to talk to you about it, it would end the same way all of our chats about my feelings did. You crying, and me turning around and pretending everything was fine, so you could have the life that you were so excited for.
And truth be told, I think you were more excited about the wedding night - than anything else. If I can be blunt, I was dreading it. Between my past of sexual assault, and my own insecurities about my body... and then adding how excited you were... I wanted to throw up when I thought about it.
I loved you, don't get me wrong. But, I don't think our relationship would've ended in any other way than as a break up or a divorce. Fundamentally, we are just two different people. Everything that I believe in, or support - you are against. You made judgments about my friends, and made them feel unwelcome. And that is the worst thing that you could have done. My friends are my family. And I love them all equally. Gay, straight, transgendered, or in love with their toaster - they are my family, and I will do whatever I can to help them have the life that they deserve.
Puttin’ my defenses up
'Cause I don’t wanna fall in love
If I ever did that
I think I’d have a heart attack
In closing, I hope you find the wife that you so desperately desire. I pray that she can handle your insane beliefs, and your ridiculous wrestling obsession. (Seriously, your an adult. Its weird. Get the fuck over it.) I think before you settle down, you need to do some growing up. Learn some manners, and some table etiquette.
Don't expect to hear from me again. I'm done with you, and done with our past. I'm moving on and becoming stronger than I ever was.
Go fuck yourself.
No love.
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Matt tried to keep himself from recoiling as he felt the girl take his hand. Taking a deep breath, he tried to read the girl's thoughts - at least if she seemed to have pure intentions, then Matt would be able to relax. Not finding anything particularly troubling, Matt allowed himself to ease up. As the negative thoughts tried to push themselves back into Matt's head, he shook his head as if trying to shake them away.
That was when he remembered the girl, and refocused his attention back to the conversation that was happening. Turning a soft shade of red, Matt sighed. Why don't we say it was no one's fault then? After all, I really wasn't paying much attention. Matt spoke, his voice still soft. Katherine really seemed to enjoy apologizing, Matt noticed. Was that typical of people from Forks? Must be from their proximity to Canada - after all, people never apologized in Florida. It's nice to meet you as well, and please, there is no need to apologize Katherine. After all, accidents happen.
Matt shrugged his shoulders at Katherine's question. Honestly? He asked, shoving his hands into his pockets. I wasn't really headed anywhere in particular. I'm just trying to learn the town. He explained, smiling softly. What are you up to? He asked, genuinely curious.
way away
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Cindy set the drink down, a soft smile on her lips as she watched Alyssa take the drink. If there was one thing she could always count on, it would be that Alyssa would always be there if Cindy needed her. Listening to her best friend speak, Cindy took a hair tie from her wrist, and tied her reddish hair up in a ponytail. Her smile faded softly as she heard that Kevin was missing date night again
I'm sorry to hear that, hon. Is there at least a good reason this time? Cindy asked, pouring herself a soda. Taking a small sip, she felt some sadness for her friend. While Cindy was currently unattached - she lived vicariously through Alyssa. The life of a bartender really didn't give her a chance to have a large social life. But, lately, it seemed that Kevin was spending more time at work, than with Alyssa. And Cindy could see how that was affecting her friend.
Well, I don't blame you for saying that. They seeme to busier than they should be for a small town. Cindy shrugged slightly, taking another sip of her soda. Glancing over at Mark, she let out a soft breath as she saw him turning someone away. The guy had to have been completely loaded - Mark didn't normally just turn people away. Taking another small sip, Cindy half smiled. Same old, same old. What's on your mind tonight? Cindy knew Alyssa well enough, to know when the blonde had something on her mind.
O U T B R E A K
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“Well aren’t you one happy go lucky fellow.” Said Johnny as he plopped down on the seat. “Names Johnny.” The demon said, not bothering to extend his hand out but giving the male a smile. Kai seemed like he was having a rough day, maybe the demon should go just a bit easy on him.
Kai sighed softly and tried to keep from rolling his eyes. What was it about humans that made them so chatty? God, at least at home they knew well enough to give Kai his space - but up here, it was different. Here, he was just like anybody else. A stupid human.
Letting out a breath, Kai attempted to smile. I try my best to be a ray of sunshine. He said, a tone of sarcasm in his voice. I'm Kai. He told the other guy, not bothering with the social convention of shaking hands. He wasn't on royal duty, so he wasn't exactly keen on touching people. Besides, germs. So, um, how are you? Kai asked, deciding to try conversing with ugh, a human.
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Was this a bad descion that he had made? Should he have really c o m e to her? The feelings inside him were all mixed but there was one crushing him the most.
Pain
He frowns and can feel himself choke up. Ryan knew that he was just about ready to c r y. Something a man should never do, but it was something that he could feel coming to the surface. Her pain was his pain. “Yes, yes it is me.” said Ryan as he softly put his hands in his pockets. He began to start biting his lower lip. “Dylan I…” He looks into her eyes and he couldn’t even finish the words. Ryan looks down and makes himself not make any eye contact with her. “I’m so sorry.” He couldn’t feel anymore stupid than he did just then. He was sorry? Ryan couldn’t believe the basic and meaningless words that have come out of his mouth. “Can… Can we talk?”
She bit her lip softly, pulling her arms in close to her body. There was a part of her that wanted to reach out and hug him - and to make sure that Ryan never left again. Yet, there was a part of her that was more reserved, afraid of letting him to close again. Dylan reached a hand up, wiping her eyes as she sniffled softly.
She sighed, hearing the apology come from his lips. If he really meant it, why couldn't he look at her? What had she done that caused him to leave? There was so many unanswered questions swirling around in her mind - so many answers that she had tried to figure out over the last few weeks.
Dylan let out another soft sniffle, trying to keep herself strong. Pulling her arms in closer again, she could feel how thin she was beneath the sweater. Fuck, have I really lost that much weight? I mean, I haven't exactly eaten... but I can't let him see this. It might be because of him, but I can't show him what has happened. Dylan's thoughts were scattered as she tried to make eye contact with Ryan - she just wanted to know that he was being sincere.
I.. I guess, we can. She said, her voice still soft. She stepped back from the door, and opened it more. Did you um, want to come in? She asked, hesitant to let him to see the mess that was left.
Where do we start?
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Another day, another dollar. It wasn't that Cindy hated her job - in fact, it was the opposite. She loved it, but working in this small town had the tendency to get rather monotonous - day in day out, dealing with the same drunk idiots. She was thankful that she at least had Mark here tonight. Sure, Cindy may not look like some tough ass woman, but if it came down to it - she could more than hold her own.
Adjusting her tank top over her dark jeans, Cindy let out a small sigh of relief as she noticed one of the biggest troublemakers leave bar quietly. Thank God. She thought to herself as she resumed wiping the counters down. Ever since that weird little encounter that she'd gone through with Alyssa - Cindy had changed in some minor ways. She was a little less patient, and braver than she had ever been before. Sure, the recurring nightmares were a pain in the ass - but she could handle those.
Heading into the back, Cindy spied her best friend out of the corner of her eye. If there was anyone she wanted to see tonight, it was Alyssa. Grabbing a case of beer, Cindy made her way back to the front, a soft smile on her face. Well, hello sun shine, Cindy greeted Alyssa as she set the case of beer down. You want the usual? She asked, beginning to pour the drink before Alyssa had a chance to answer. It might be boring at times, but it was still the life that Cindy chose.
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Alyssa walks into J’s bar. A black jacket, red blouse that exposes much of her cleavage, and blue skinny jeans with red, six inch high heels on, she had her long blonde hair down and wavy and couldn’t see to many familiar faces. The one thing Alyssa couldn’t stand on a Friday night after a long day of hard work was the fact that her husband couldn’t come because of police duty, and that Cindy, her one best friend seemed to never have luck on nights like these. To many drunk men, but going to the right towards the end of the bar, she sees at the far end of the bar was Mark the security guard. Sighing in relief, Alyssa was hoping that he was taking care of the drunk idiot’s for Cindy.
Sitting down and setting her purse on the left chair, she looks over her shoulder to see Cindy. Flashing her a smile, Alyssa wasn’t sure if Cindy caught it so she turned back around to look at the screen on the wall towards the right of her by the staff door and bathrooms. The local news was on and once again speaking of Umbrella, a subject that she hated. Thinking back on Alyssa and Cindy’s little encounter with the t-virus (zombies) was a little horrific and still gave her nightmares till this day, but also in a weird way made Alyssa a bit stronger. The blonde didn’t know if she could say the same for her best friend.
Waiting for Cindy to get back behind the bar, Alyssa pretends to listen to the news until she can vent to her best friend about how much she hates that Kevin, her husband, is in the police force in this small town of Raccoon City. Night shifts she couldn’t imagine where fun at all.
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She laid on the couch, her favourite sweater hanging loosely off her body. She hadn't been able to force herself to really eat, and the thought of dancing made her stomach turn. Hearing a knock on the door, Dylan wiped her eyes and slowly got off of the couch. There was one person she wanted to see behind that door, although - she wasn't sure how she would react if it was him.
Peeking out the peep hole, Dylan felt her heart drop. Opening the door, she folded her hands in front of her and tried to keep herself together. Sniffling softly, she let out a small breath. Is that really you? She asked, wondering if she was dreaming. Her stomach started doing flip-flops as she waited for him to answer.
Where do we start?
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The rain falling outside seemed to match the way that Matt was feeling on the inside. Depending on who you asked - Matt was either abandoning his family, and leaving them on their own. Or, he was doing the right thing and trying to protect himself further pain and suffering. He might be the only child - but he was never treated like a child, and he had the scars to show it.
Sighing, Matt tried to shake the negativity out and focus on the future. Running his hand through his damp hair, he proceeded to shake his head and let it fall in front of his eyes. Forks was a small down, but he had thankfully been able to blend in well. There had been a few people who had noticed the newcomer, but for the most part, people had just let him be.
He should've been paying more attention to where he was walking though. Before he knew it, he had walked into someone. Rubbing his shoulder from where he had collided with her, he let out a soft sigh. Accidents happen, right? It's fine, miss. Matt spoke his voice light. It wasn't your fault. I should've been paying attention to where I was walking.He reached his hand out to the girl, a soft smile on his face. Here's your chance to actually talk to someone. Just be yourself Matt. He thought to himself, letting out another small breath.
It's nice to meet you, miss. I'm Matt.
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the bride
It was the day that Dylan had waited her whole life for. The day that she had hoped for from the moment that she had met Ryan. The day that she would finally get to say I do, and know that she would get to spend the rest of her life with him. He was everything to her.
The days leading up to the wedding were full chaos and stress - and while Dylan worked hard to keep her smile on her face, she couldn't wait for the stress of the wedding to pass, and for her life with Ryan to begin. Ryan, on the other hand - seemed to be keeping his distance from Dylan it seemed. Was he having second thoughts? Whenever these thoughts seemed to pop up, Dylan would just shrug them off - she knew that after the wedding both of them would be able to relax.
Finally, the big day had arrived. Dylan woke up early, and after managing to eat a small breakfast - it was off to the salon to get her hair and makeup done. Her nerves were high, as she tried to focus on the tasks at hand. She let a small smile spread across her face as she typed a little message to Ryan on her phone.
I love you baby. I can't wait until we finally say I do. yrs always.
Her hair and makeup complete, Dylan climbed into the limo with her friends and made their way to the church - where Dylan was going to get dressed, and then walk down the aisle to start her forever.
Pulling the dress on with the help of her Maid of Honor, Dylan was trying to keep the butterflies in her stomach under control. It was then that she heard a knock at the door, and upon opening it, she saw one of the groomsmen with a sad look on his face.
Forgoing her shoes, Dylan ran towards the altar of the church. She couldn't believe what the groomsman had said - that Ryan was gone. Laying on the altar was an envelope with Ryan's writing. Collapsing on the floor, she picked up the envelope clutching it to her chest she began to cry.
Dear Dylan,
I'm sorry.
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One Week Earlier
He handed his ticket over to the gate attendant, a soft sigh escaping his lips. Have a safe flight, sir. The attendant spoke, a smile on her lips. Taking a breath, he nodded as he slipped the ticket back into his book. Walking down to the plane, Matt considered the reality of what he was doing. As much as he hated running, he needed to leave - after all, the ghosts out there couldn't be worse than the ghosts here.
The Present Day
It had been a long week, and the rain outside matched Matt's mood on the inside. He wasn't entirely sure if running had been the right answer, but for the first time - Matt didn't have to worry about what the day would hold. He could just live. Closing the door behind him, Matt zipped up his jacket and made is way down the street. Today was a new day, and right now was a fresh start.
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the last night
This is the last night you'll spend alone
Look me in the eyes so I know you know
I'm everywhere you want me to be.
The last night you'll spend alone,
I'll wrap you in my arms and I won't let go,
I'm everything you need me to be.
He never thought that he would find himself in this place again. His heart racing as he clutched the phone in his hand. She was his everything, and the fact that he might lose her - it was tearing him apart. Taking a breath, he bolted out the door, determined to find her.
I didn't want you to see me cry, I'm fine
But I know it's a lie.
She really loved him. That much she knew was true. But there was this darkness, that no matter what she did - she just couldn't escape it. That was why she came to this bridge, her favourite place in the world. The first place her parents had taken her on a walk - where she met him - where they shared their first kiss. And the place that she needed to take her last steps.
The night is so long when everything's wrong
If you give me your hand I will help you hold on
As he ran through the park, he knew exactly where he would find her. Even though, he knew that the pain in her heart was great - he was determined to save her. To kiss it away, and show her that there was more to life. That she didn't need to end it all, and he would do whatever it would take to show her that there was something worth living for.
I won't let you say goodbye,
I'll be your reason why.
Taking a deep breath, she closed her eyes as she readied herself to jump. That's when she felt a pair of strong arms wrap around her. She didn't think that he would come - that even though he loved her, he would just let her go. As if he was reading her thoughts, he shook his head and held her closer. It was in that moment, that she just let herself go, and collapse into his arms.
The last night away from me,
Away from me.
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Numb. There was no other way to describe the way Dylan was feeling. He was gone. And no matter how hard she tried - she couldn’t let go. He was everything to her… and the way that he left, she just wished that she knew what happened. Why he left her the way that he did.
Where do we start?
[ There was certainly a feeling in
Ryan’s stomach that told him this was wrong. Running from the woman he loves, but time is what he needed. He rushed and feared he wouldn’t be good enough for her, now it was time – however. Time to take responsibility and fix what he screwed up. A perfect life.]
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What was Kai doing? It wasn't like he'd come to this school because he wanted to - school, and interacting with other people was the furthest thing down on his list. But, it was one of the conditions that his aunt had placed on Kai, so that he could stay with her. And he knew that he wanted out of this place as fast as possible - and back to the one place that he belonged.
The sea was his home, but his father said that Kai needed to learn some compassion before he could take over as ruler of the kingdom. Sighing, the grounded merman walked into the class, and took the first open seat he saw. Kai sat there, absorbed in his thoughts until he heard a voice. Not bothering to look up, he shrugged in response. I guess so? He spoke, sighing again.
He just wanted this day over with.
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The sun was out. People all around campus looked like they were either really busy, or looking for a party to get drunk at. Johnny, luckily, didn’t have any trouble tracking Kai. The demon watched over him for some time but he figured this school year was the time to introduce himself. That wasn’t all, Johnny also needed capture the supernatural being. Walking into class, he goes down a few steps and looks around. Getting further down, he sees Kai in the second row.
In a second he was at the desk that was right next to the supernatural being, empty, and ready to take the seat. Where was his manners, though?
❝Is this seat taken?❞ Said the demon, giving the man a smirk.
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