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ollie and bella i supposei am sitting next to her on the patio outside of our room, my legs dangling off the balcony, flip-flops threatening to drop off into the backyard. she is turned around, leaning up against the gate that keeps us from falling off. that keeps me from leaning forward and flying away, from busting my head open against a tree or the fence or the back porch, from getting away from here, from her, forever. i am the one who says it first. "this isn't working." i don't remember any of what comes next. we talk for a long time, an hour, about how we both wish there was some way to make this happen, and how we had a good run, and sollie and bella i suppose
by ~dyingtogo
i don't knowi could not wake up and i doubt anyone would notice. and don't you dare say 'yes i would!' because let's be honest. if i'm missing for a few days, what will you think? if it even registers, 'oh, i guess she's just depressed.' i know i brought this upon myself. i'm not saying i didn't. i'm not blaming anyone.i don't know
the problem is, guys, i forget i exist twice as often as you do.
by ~dyingtogo
01 - firstsThe first time they kissed, it took more willpower than he ever would have imagined for her to turn her head, blush, and whisper, "not yet." The first time she let him get away with kissing her, she was in his car - she wouldn't let him walk her up to her door, he assumed because of her parents - and she was just glowing. she put the stuffed turtle he had bought her at the zoo in her seat and shifted over into the middle to put her arms around him, and he gently guided her face toward his and kissed her lightly. she even let him deepen it a little, but when his hand moved to her hips she gently broke the kiss and murmured that if her pa01 - firsts
by ~dyingtogo
Carth - 1Carth knocks on the door of the medbay, where Jolee is letting me sleep on a medical table, very softly. "Revan?" he whispers, letting himself in anyway. Of course I'm not asleep. I glare at him for seeing through my facade - or even worse, for not caring that I might actually be sleeping. "I'm not Revan, Carth." "That's the name you were given." He sits on the edge of the table. "And it's tied to the identity I don't remember." I sit up too, leaning against him. If I embrace the name, I embrace the identity, which means I embrace lying to Carth about nearly everything. "I'm sorry," I whisper. "I tried to hate you forCarth - 1
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