Comatose - 9
Hehe!! Pic is of no one. As I cannot think of a picture for anyone to do.
the EPF Beth...
BMlol. ;) that's it.
lovelypalacios oooh. I don't think it's thunder that said that !! lol.
After driving through the night and getting a ship back to England, then driving a lot more,
I finally decided that running away from my problems isn't going to solve them.
I'm going to handle them in a systematic order. First. To tell black what I really think of him.
I gripped the wheel harder than intended... my knuckles turned white.
Only what do I think of him?
He's very good looking. Any girl can tell you that.
And he's very loving. He gives me everything I want. Anything at all.
He is the perfect guy, apart from the fact that we are placed in eternal damnation and the fact that we have no souls.
In all aspects, I should love him... but I don't.
I love someone else.
And I have to tell black. It's not fair to lead him on. Even though he is damned for all eternity.
Soon enough I arrived home, and ran inside.
"Possum vestras cape amores?" the newborns asked me as I dashed inside. This roughly translates to-
"May I take your cape mistress?" I yelled as I sprinted up the stairs- "non grates!"
I got into my bedroom and shut the door, and leaned against it, breathing heavily.
"Whoo! Never ran that fast before!" I said under my breath.
I walked into the bathroom and turned on the shower water, so it'll warm up before I step in.
On the road all night and morning... I deserve a shower and a good breakfast before I deal with emotional Vampyre's.
After washing my hair in jasmine and honey shampoo, I stepped out of the shower feeling clean and fresh.
Walking around my wardrobe in a fluffy warm towel, I tried to choose the perfect outfit.
I did my hair first. I wore my hair down, and put a tiny flower behind my right ear.
I wore some tight black jeans and a checked pink top, and underneath a tight white tank top.
I wore some black converse and bangles all on my wrists.
I put some lip gloss that makes my lips really shine, mascara and light eye-liner.
No foundation... I don't need it. (like Miss Bethan Williams doesn't :P)
breathe in breathe out.
I went down the stairs, and surprise surprise ! There was black. Waiting for me. Like every single other day.
"Black. We need to talk." I said firmly, and dragged him into my study.
"Well. This sounds serious!" he said, while playing with my hair. "by the way... you look truly irresistible." he said, nibbling on my ear.
"Thank you. Now. I have something to tell you." I said. Gulping.
"Go on then. I'm waiting. Spit it out." he prompted.
"I don't like you." I said breathlessly. In a really tiny whisper I hoped he couldn't hear.
But he did. He stopped, and said in a voice that was deathly, and quieter than mine.
"What did you just say?" he asked again.
"You heard me!" I said, confidence growing in my voice.
"I heard you. But I think you are being compelled or something." he looked in my eyes searchingly.
"No. no-one compelled me. Is it so hard to believe that I don't like you!" I almost yelled.
"But...were perfect together. The perfect royalty... we could rule worlds!" he yelled back.
"I'm sorry, I really am. But it's just not right. I like someone else. Deal with it." and I tried to walk out the room.
"I've done it before fate. I'll do it again. Don't make me kill this one." he said, his eyes glowing a deep wine red.
"Do what you want, but this time. I won't thank you." I said, wrenched my arm out of his grip and drove outside.
I need to think about the next step.
Accepting wills death.
BMlol. ;) that's it.
lovelypalacios oooh. I don't think it's thunder that said that !! lol.
After driving through the night and getting a ship back to England, then driving a lot more,
I finally decided that running away from my problems isn't going to solve them.
I'm going to handle them in a systematic order. First. To tell black what I really think of him.
I gripped the wheel harder than intended... my knuckles turned white.
Only what do I think of him?
He's very good looking. Any girl can tell you that.
And he's very loving. He gives me everything I want. Anything at all.
He is the perfect guy, apart from the fact that we are placed in eternal damnation and the fact that we have no souls.
In all aspects, I should love him... but I don't.
I love someone else.
And I have to tell black. It's not fair to lead him on. Even though he is damned for all eternity.
Soon enough I arrived home, and ran inside.
"Possum vestras cape amores?" the newborns asked me as I dashed inside. This roughly translates to-
"May I take your cape mistress?" I yelled as I sprinted up the stairs- "non grates!"
I got into my bedroom and shut the door, and leaned against it, breathing heavily.
"Whoo! Never ran that fast before!" I said under my breath.
I walked into the bathroom and turned on the shower water, so it'll warm up before I step in.
On the road all night and morning... I deserve a shower and a good breakfast before I deal with emotional Vampyre's.
After washing my hair in jasmine and honey shampoo, I stepped out of the shower feeling clean and fresh.
Walking around my wardrobe in a fluffy warm towel, I tried to choose the perfect outfit.
I did my hair first. I wore my hair down, and put a tiny flower behind my right ear.
I wore some tight black jeans and a checked pink top, and underneath a tight white tank top.
I wore some black converse and bangles all on my wrists.
I put some lip gloss that makes my lips really shine, mascara and light eye-liner.
No foundation... I don't need it. (like Miss Bethan Williams doesn't :P)
breathe in breathe out.
I went down the stairs, and surprise surprise ! There was black. Waiting for me. Like every single other day.
"Black. We need to talk." I said firmly, and dragged him into my study.
"Well. This sounds serious!" he said, while playing with my hair. "by the way... you look truly irresistible." he said, nibbling on my ear.
"Thank you. Now. I have something to tell you." I said. Gulping.
"Go on then. I'm waiting. Spit it out." he prompted.
"I don't like you." I said breathlessly. In a really tiny whisper I hoped he couldn't hear.
But he did. He stopped, and said in a voice that was deathly, and quieter than mine.
"What did you just say?" he asked again.
"You heard me!" I said, confidence growing in my voice.
"I heard you. But I think you are being compelled or something." he looked in my eyes searchingly.
"No. no-one compelled me. Is it so hard to believe that I don't like you!" I almost yelled.
"But...were perfect together. The perfect royalty... we could rule worlds!" he yelled back.
"I'm sorry, I really am. But it's just not right. I like someone else. Deal with it." and I tried to walk out the room.
"I've done it before fate. I'll do it again. Don't make me kill this one." he said, his eyes glowing a deep wine red.
"Do what you want, but this time. I won't thank you." I said, wrenched my arm out of his grip and drove outside.
I need to think about the next step.
Accepting wills death.
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