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Two can keep a secret...[Oneshot]
You watched your lover find your swinging body. His form was shaking as tears welled in his lovely violet orbs.
He stared, he knew you'd never commit suicide, but it was plain as day. In front of him was your body strung by a rope, tied tightly to the ceiling fan's base. His eyes wandered your body and soon rested on a piece of paper that stuck out of your pocket. He felt his heart jump to his throat. There was the note. The note that would explain everything.
Slowly his arm stretched out and his weak fingers grasped the thin piece of paper. His hand then shot back to his chest, like he expected you to scare him. He shook his head, waves of gold shook along with the movement as an unruly curl simply bounced.
"What a stupid thought..." he murmured, even quieter than usual. He then focused his attention back to the note and gently unfolded the paper.
"Everything will explain itself. All you have to do is look under my pillow."
His brows furrowed in complete confus
Sing to me [Oneshot]
I still remember the rhythmic beeping of the EKG. Her heart beat meant everything to me in that moment, because it was a signal that she was still there...
She was my best friend, no... my sister, and I couldn't leave her. She needed me right now.
She had just attempted suicide, and I needed her to know that I was here for her. So every night I sang a song to her. It was her favourite song, and I think I finally understand why.
It was almost like it was written for her and I could have almost sworn it was.
I'd always hold her hand as I sang to her, not understanding what I was singing at the time. I just thought that maybe if she heard me singing it...she might wake up.
And eventually she did open her eyes and look at me, but they didn't shimmer like they had always done before.
"What's wrong, little sis?" I asked as she looked into my cerulean orbs with her
My Candle [Oneshot]
She sat down, once again contemplating something she shouldn't. The glass mask she chose to wear became more of a burden than she thought it would be. Lies spilled from her tongue everyday of her life as she went on living. No body would ever understand the pain that swelled in her chest.
'Sweet candy with a bitter center' she thought scrutinizingly. 'That's all I am...'
She wasn't far off either. She was the sweetest girl you'd find. This girl would always being helping those around her, but no one was there to help her. She grew up with mild depression, so a sewn up smile was all she had.
It ruined everyday for her and she didn't know what was going to become of her. Sometimes she'd get so angry and sad that she didn't even feel like herself.
She thought she was going insane...until she found a candle.
This candle lead her through the deep darkness of her own despair and let her genuinely smile.
"Matthew..." she whispered softly to the air. Her good friend
Look what my 'best friend' has done to me[oneshot]
"Please...believe me...I didn't do it..." the blonde pleaded with tear-filled violet eyes. "I'd never harm my best friend...She's all I had...."
"Then who did?!" emerald orbs bore holes into the hurt violet ones as a thick British accent rang out. "She was last seen with you!"
"I'm telling you it wasn't me!" the Canadian sobbed as loud as he could.
"Dude...we all saw you with her..." a gloved hand was placed on his forehead. "Five minutes before her body was discovered..."
Matthew could do nothing but sob as everyone blamed him for ______'s death. But she was his best friend, why would he ever hurt her?
"Look, we know that you did it..." Arthur mumbled in frustration. "So give it up already..."
"I wouldn't murder my best friend!" Canada stated in a hushed scream. "I'd never do anything to hurt her."
Both the other nations shook their heads and walked away, leaving the crestfallen nation to mourn.
His feet stumbled weakly as he made his way to the clo
Life is but a DreamWe are just unnourished frail bodies,
overfed with white lies and short-lived-euphorias.
Books filled with black letters,
etching lurid images into our utmost dreams.
Veering us from the big picture...
the one we fail to paint ourselves.
Our fists much too busy with fights,
that we are bound to lose.
Too occupied in line waiting,
for creativity to be let loose like a stray dog.
As if we will find home in this pursuit of happiness...
but we only enclose each other in small rooms
with nothing but old laptops.
How many times I've guessed which letter could it be...
Which letter could it be?
To free us from havoc-stricken-thoughts?
They come and go, unending like 24 hour subway stations.
There's no break for this lonely man,
heaving every breathe of stale air
into my overused lungs...
Living in confined walls of flesh
held up with brittle paper-mache bones.
Which day is it that I will burst out from this cage of a life?
And hover with the Gods found in carefully binded bo
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