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Here Without You Ending“Emile.”
Jon’s voice had a bite to it which made Emile lift his slightly pink face from his hands. His eyes still had leftover tears in them and were tinted red.
“Emile, what did I just get finished telling you? Come on, get up and go back inside. I’ll be fine, don’t worry. In fact, stop worrying. Go and eat and warm up, it’s much to cold to be sitting out here on your own…”
Emile sniffed, “But you’re here aren’t you?”
Emile pictured Jon rolling his eyes at him.
“Shut up you doofus… Go…”
Emile drew in a shaky breath and wiped his eyes of any remaining tears and took in another breath, this one fuller and stood up from the curb.
“Alright, I-I’ll go… I guess…”
Emile’s answer drifted away into the silent and cold air. He wasn’t ready to say goodbye to his friend. He looked around one last time, only hearing his lingering
I Will Protect You (Skylox)
The cave was dark. The night outside was cold. The thunder outside echoed deafeningly against the cave walls even though there was no end to the labyrinth of a cave system in sight.
As I walked through the cave, I couldn't help but wish that Dan could have joined me on my expedition for some gold - butter - ore. Cave knew the caves better than anyone. His name had a meaning, after all.
I was almost certain I was close to the surface as I heard raindrops pounding above me. I couldn't help but smile as I quickened my pace, holding my torch up high.
Then a terrifyingly familiar scream split the air and I stopped dead in my tracks, my blood running cold. My eyes widened and I spun around to look into the darkness of the cave behind me. "Adam." I whispered. I broke into a run back into the cave. "Adam!" I shouted, calling out to him.
He didn't respond. I ran faster. Wherever he was, he was in trouble. I had to
A Rainy Day - JonXEmile (ProtonConroy)Emile slumped back through the streets, the day nearing its end and a few streetlights starting to blink on and off. The day had been terrible, nothing had turned out the way he'd wanted it to. As he turned a corner it started to rain heavily, the sky clouding over dark.
Soon his hair began to flop over his face, darker than usual from the wetness of the rain. He sighed, his clothes sticking to his thin body, making him feel cold. He shivered and a large bus drove past very quickly, through a puddle on the road - splashing Emile from head to toe.
"Oh - COME ON!" Emile screamed up to the sky.
Now cold, drenched and depressed, Emile walked up to the driveway to his house. He fumbled around in his pockets for his house key, and when he found it, he leant on the door to unlock it to find it open. This took him by surprise and he collapsed into the hallway with a thump.
"Emile?" a caring voice asked, followed by footsteps. Jon knelt down by Emile and picked him up off the floor, closing the
Such a Nice Color (ProtonConroy)Warnings: Yandere!Emile, Yaoi, ProtonConroy, Violence, Crazy Thoughts, Your Regular Yandere, Highschool AU
Disclaimer: I don't own anyone or anything in this, and it is purely written for entertainment purposes. Emile or Jon are no way this crazy. I hope.
It was sickening. Quite sickening as Emile's hands found their way around the girl's neck, his fingers and hands already stained with her blood. Red was a nice color, but it just did not suit him in the slightest way. He made a mental note to wash his hands and shirt to avoid from Jon seeing him in this state. That would not be good.
The brunet made sure not to get any crimson on his shirt- Oh, how he hated the color stained on his nice blue and white shirt. Crimson blood just did not go well with blue or white. He squeezed hard enough to make the girl stop screaming, as she began gag. An ugly sound, Emile wrinkled his nose in disgust. How gross.
PewdieCry: LostPewdieCry- Rated PG
"Are you sure?" Pewdie asked, holding the dynamite. He and Cry had come to the exit of the colossal castle they met eachother in over a week ago. But the door was locked, and the only way out was to blow up the exit. And there was another problem, the exit was in the same room that held others who were trapped here, others who told Pewdie and Cry they were their families. But neither of them could recall anything other then waking up together here.
"They could be lying, and either way, it's survival of the fittest" Cry answered confidently. Together they lit the dynamite then took cover behind another door. The explosion left them with ringing ears, but as the soft light of a full moon filtered in, they shouted in joy, embracing eachother tightly. When their hearing returned, they realized what they were doing and jumped apart, cheeks red.
"Sorry bro" Pewdie said at the same time as Cry muttered "Sorry, friend"
A few seconds later, once the smoke had cleared, they l
You Will Be Missed (LucahBellz) "I really missed you," Her words hung in the air, but she's smiling. She pats Reese on the head. "It's been so long since you've left. I was getting lonely."
Reese doesn't respond.
The two are seated in a grassy field where they are shaded by a tree. The sun is not too hot; it is just right for the middle of spring. Butter flies and other various insects and bugs are flying around.
Donna is not quite sure where Reese has been; she just knew she missed her a lot. She was going to tell Reese how she has felt since she has left.
"I missed kissing you. I missing hugging you. I even missed you voice," Donna says. She holding her hand and she longs for the day that Reese may have to leave again. It saddens her when she thinks of that, and tears fill her eyes. "Please don't leave again so unexpectedly."
Memories (ProtonConroy)Warnings: BoyXBoy, Dark Themes, OOCness, IT'S SHORT; DEAL WITH IT
Jon was not sure when it began, but Emile began to have a sudden fascination of taking pictures with everyone. At first, he thought nothing of it, but whenever he got the chance, his eyes would light up, and he would ask, "Want to make memories?"
The brunette was taking pictures with everyone, and no one really minded, but it was gnawing at Jon's brain. Emile had almost a picture with everyone: Tyler, Josh, Tim, Reese, Masae, Donna, his parents, Stephen and Mal, but it still made Jon wonder why he wanted pictures with everyone. He would make two copies for the person and would tell them to keep it forever... But, why?
The blond began to rack his brain for answers, but he could not crack the code. One day, Jon asks him. "Uh... Emile?"
The brunette looked up from his laptop and nodded at Jon to continue.
Jon did not want to offend him, but he blurts out the question without thinking. "Why do you sudde
longdead leafa longdead leaf
burnt brown in the depth of green
cups a handful of fresh water
a leaf left behind
holds something of worth
forgoing death with its dead body
Poetic PsychosisIn thirty seconds, the next shell would fall. Every night was the same, but every night Lorenzo experienced it as if it were the first time. His throat felt swollen; breathing was hard. He glanced around at the others; young men like him who had been shipped out in the name of honour and freedom. There was no honour in this, no freedom. Only death behind your eyelids, and a fear so gutting, that it carved out your innards and left you a hollow husk. Lorenzo tried to breathe, tried to assure himself that he was still whole, still made of flesh. They had lied when they told him he was ready.
Matteo ran towards him, arms out, rifle swinging uselessly at his side. He shouted for him to run, but Lorenzo remained motionless, unable to move as his friend’s warning was lost in the constant blare of gunfire. None of them were ready.
“The cycle is repeating. It is not safe.” The voice was soft and weak, yet it carried over the gunfire and battle cries without impediment.
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