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    1. TheLastRunaway 12 yrs ago

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8 yrs ago
Current It feels so good to be back, I can’t wait to start some great new stories.
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11 yrs ago
My demons are begging me to open up my mouth...
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11 yrs ago
I am so excited to be back!

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Nyx woke up against Alexanders warmth, debating whether she was ready to get up or not, she opened her eyes to the light peaking through the dimming blinds against the window. She peeked up to see his sleeping face and couldn't help but smile, he had grown so much. He was much taller and broad and had turned in to a handsome young man, yet sadly corrupted. She wiggled herself out of his arms carefully and snuck In to the bathroom. She slipped out of the sweater and in to the shower that had heads from each of the walls which she giggled when the water surrounded her. "How fancy." She laughed as she bathed. Climbing out she found a towel and dried herself off before slipping back in to the sweater and walking back in to the bedroom. "Is this appropriate?" She glanced down at her bare legs in the sweater, she didn't really have any underclothes. .
Okay. I'm in class but I will try to post soon.
Anyone on?
And I'll be going to bed. Good night.
Her mind went blank after a few minutes, but she could still hear him humming along with his fingers playing with her hair. What a long day she had had, but as long as she ended up here, she would be fine in the morning. She shifted to fit the curve of his torso before falling in to the deep sleep she needed.
She didn't look at anyone as he carried her to his room, the silence being more deafening then their recent talk. Her sniffles continued as he placed her on the bed and iced the door shut, yet she was confused on what he was exactly keeping out. But she was too tired to question, or fight, or do anything for that fact. She kicked off her shoes and began to slide the dress off her body as he handed her the sweater already tied to fit her form which only made her want to cry more. she didn't bother caring with him in the room, he was never the type to peak at her or to be a pervert like the other boys they had grown up with which were their bullies to be exact. She slid herself in to the warm wool and climbed up to the top of his bed and curled up, watching him as if seeing if he would lay with her, her old tears stained down her cheeks and her eyes puffy.
She put her hand up as the tears fell harder down her face, it was her fault and she knew how hard it was to admit it. She felt as if she was going to throw up, but swallowed hard. She didn't know she would be gone this long, she didn't know how heartbroken he would be. She only left because she had to, and he knew she had to. She was dying, and if she didn't sustain the life of a fallen star she soon would have perished. She sobbed for a moment as she placed her hand over her mouth. "Just.. put me in one of your sweaters, and play with my hair till I fall asleep. I am exhausted.. Please." Her last word cracked hard as the little girl became visible in the alley way where he had found her, cold and unwanted.
Well when the bubble is popped then maybe you could say it.
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