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dear gravity -2- Normally, seeing his therapist puts him in a bad mood. But today – today it feels as if nothing can go wrong. As he settles in his chair – these sessions are two hours long – he casts a bright grin at her. She quickly hides her startled expression and speaks. “So, how’re you doing?” “Good.” “Have you seen William lately?” It’s a question she asks each time, and normally he drops his gaze to the floor and says “Yes.” But todaydear gravity -2-
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dear gravity -1- Ryan’s not crazy. He knows it, William knows it, and he’s pretty sure that this psychiatrist, she knows it, too.dear gravity -1-
“There’s no need to yell, Ryan.” She’s a bitch. He glares. “I’m not yelling .” She raises a perfectly plucked, dark eyebrow. “Then what would you call this?” He hates this so, so much. He swears he’d die just to be back in his 10 by 8 foot cell with William. “I’m emphasising.” She doesn’t look impressed. Bitch. “We just think it’d be better for you, here, where you can get some treatment-,”
by ~00disenchanted00
judas kiss William wonders if he’ll ever have the warmth of someone sleeping next to him again, and he wonders if he’ll ever feel normal. He wonders if he’ll have the happy-ever-after his mother used to promise him at the end of bedtime stories.judas kiss
It’ll get better with time?
He’s beginning to doubt it. It has been a little less than a year, and nothing much has changed. Sure, even before the end with Travis he’d not been the nicest, normal guy out there, but now he detests going out, and huddles in his living room for days on end.
They try, his friends, and drag him out to parties
by ~00disenchanted00
heartless songs 2It’s autumn now; William’s taken to bundling up before he goes out, and the sunglasses have lain discarded on his bedside table unused for a month or so. The house feels emptier, and sometimes when the wind blows William swears he can feel it sweeping through the house. Patrick’s gone. As spring left so did he, following the seasons to the cooler streets of NYC. They don’t speak often; there’s always a chance Pete will come up in the conversation, and Patrick’s not – well, he hasn’t got any better.heartless songs 2
But on the other hand, neither has Pete. He’s barely ever at home. William feels like hi
by ~00disenchanted00
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Prisoner of Mine 9The war was long and devastating. Families were torn apart, friends and loved ones were killed. There wasn’t a single person who was safe from the war. It didn’t matter if you were ninety years old or a month old. If you weren’t able to get away fast enough, you were killed. Everyday people lived their lives in terror, not knowing what could happen to them or their loved ones, knowing that they could die any minute. But they were calm about everything. For they knew; they knew why the war was going on. They knew that people were fighting to save all the Nations, and to finally have peace after those long years without it. And jPrisoner of Mine 9
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Prisoner of Mine 2Sitting below two willow trees was a huge, shiny black rock that looked like someone had just placed it there next to the sparkling blue water. A small cleared path ran alongside the river and beyond that, dark green trees that went on for miles and miles. Sokka stared at the cleared path, a light red tinge colored his cheeks as he realized that he could have taken the path and wouldn’t have had to deal with all the gnarled branches that had gotten in his way. Sighing, he shook his head to clear his mind and quickly discarded his thin, wool clothes and wadded into the water. He lightly shrieked when he felt how cold the water was,Prisoner of Mine 2
by ~Mysticsins4
Prisoner of Mine 1“You are to stay here, prisoner,” The word ‘prisoner’ floated though the intense air as if it too was mocking the Water Nation boy. The guard that held tightly onto his worn wrists gave a rough shove and threw Sokka up against the farthest cell wall. His cheek stung intensely from when he smacked had it against it, but he didn’t dare touch it. He didn’t speak or struggle against the guard when he threw Sokka, and he let the guard torment him with hurtful words and aggressive finger language. Soon the guard finally got tired of thrashing his nasty words towards the boy, that he grew quiet and carefully locked thePrisoner of Mine 1
by ~Mysticsins4
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