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{ didn't you know? sharing an umbrella is considered as a romantic expression. } ‘It's raining pretty hard.’ You thought to yourself as you looked up at the gloomy, grey skies, where it cried heavy tears. You had forgotten to bring your umbrella. Again. Maybe it was because you don't listen to the weather news, or maybe it was because you thought it wasn't going to rain today because the skies were bright and cheerful during in the morning. And then--all of a sudden, the skies cried and cried, and you didn't know when it would stop. Your uniform was slightly soaked from the rainfall. Though, you were glad that it wasn't see-t

{ didn't you know? sharing an umbrella is considered as a romantic expression. } ‘It's raining pretty hard.’ You thought to yourself as you looked up at the gloomy, grey skies, where it cried heavy tears. You had forgotten to bring your umbrella. Again. Maybe it was because you don't listen to the weather news, or maybe it was because you thought it wasn't going to rain today because the skies were bright and cheerful during in the morning. And then--all of a sudden, the skies cried and cried, and you didn't know when it would stop. Your uniform was slightly soaked from the rainfall. Though, you were glad that it wasn't see-t

Squirming. Thats all she could feel. She groaned slightly, rolling over. "Nine.. Stoppp." She whine quietly. But her pleads feel on deaf ears. She huffed, turning over. "What are you.." She trailed off, seeing her lover shift uncomfortable under the (what seemed) constricting covers. 'Another nightmare huh?' She sighed. Gently, she slid a hand up his clothed chest and to his face. "Nine.. Wake up." Gently she caressed his cheek, working her hand up to his forehead where she smoothed out the worried lines beginning to form. He squirmed more but eventually settled before his eyes fluttered open, and he let out a somewhat relieved sigh. He l

I've never understood, what  l  o  v  e  was really like... Haru's never really grasped the concept of being in love. In all honesty, he found it to be quite a bothersome topic that people constantly fretted over, while he thought it to be a thing of definitive sides. You either are in love or you aren't. But one night, he sits beside you, and sees something different. How nice it was to see the setting sun lighting the edges of the mountain's peaks in a soft peach halo. Or how the ambiance of the ocean's restlessness released a calming sensation that he felt on the forefront of his mind. But mostly, he notices how comforting it is to have

(https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=9kDvaLxWgJw&index=5&list=RDQGhUfhQ-_PI Please listen while you read!) Tick...Tick...Tick You watched the minute hand of your watch slowly creep by as it counted away the seconds. With each tick, the faster your heart fluttered in your chest. As the freezing wind blew through the cracked window, you shivered, wrapping your coat around you tighter. You didn’t particularly hate winter, but you would much rather be inside a warm, enclosed space rather than a broken down home, long abandoned. But, if it meant meeting him, you would stand all night in five feet of snow, until every limb and nerve numbed. Y

The soles of your shoes scuffed against the hallway floors as you hugged your books to your chest. A gray light flooded through the windows at your side, casting strange shadows across the walls. A red ribbon of a second-year student fluttered at your neck. You had been running at a light pace but it withered down to a tired speed-walk after about a minute. The school was completely empty by now. Apparently today of all days had to be the one where you were kept after school to distribute student notices, clean up, and lock the classroom. Nobody had helped you at the time either, so it took a lot longer than it usually would have. Your body c