Your CS Pet Pairs? (NEW THREAD)

[aquamarine]

"Mommy, Decklin's here! We're going out front!"

The door slammed behind the giggling girl as she ran out to greet her best friend. He was grinning and waving a colorful bow around.

"Lissy, look at what my dad got me! A brand new box of sidewalk chalk!" he shouted, beckoning her to come. At once, she was at his side, urging him to open it.

"Wow! I know, let's draw a giant rainbow using all the colors. It says there are 24 different colors of chalk in here; our rainbow's gonna be epic."

Decklin nodded and began making plans for their drawing while Felicity started calling out all the different colors.

"Decklin, there are so many. Apart from all the regular colors, there's indigo, aquamarine, scarlet, violet, lavendar..."

Decklin chose the red chalk and Felicity took the violet one and together, they began to color the rainbow.

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Halfway through their project, Decklin looked up to wipe sweat from his forehead and noticed how pretty Felicity looked. Her cheeks were pink from the sun, her aqua eyes were shining and her dark brown hair was sun-streaked, making it look more of a deep red then a dark brown.

She looked up and smiled at him. Her dimples appeared, one in each cheek.

"Whatcha looking at?" she asked.

He face felt warm, as if it had been dipped in hot chocolate. "You." he answered simply, and leaned over to press his lips against hers. They remained in a kissing position for several seconds before breaking apart, smiling widely at each other. She scooted over to his side and nuzzled her neck against his, leaning her head on his shoulder. She twined her small fingers through his.

Decklin smiled and sighed contentedly.

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There's nothing like your first kiss.

[Miss Captain Sexy]

"Mommy, Decklin's here! We're going out front!"

The door slammed behind the giggling girl as she ran out to greet her best friend. He was grinning and waving a colorful bow around.

"Lissy, look at what my dad got me! A brand new box of sidewalk chalk!" he shouted, beckoning her to come. At once, she was at his side, urging him to open it.

"Wow! I know, let's draw a giant rainbow using all the colors. It says there are 24 different colors of chalk in here; our rainbow's gonna be epic."

Decklin nodded and began making plans for their drawing while Felicity started calling out all the different colors.

"Decklin, there are so many. Apart from all the regular colors, there's indigo, aquamarine, scarlet, violet, lavendar..."

Decklin chose the red chalk and Felicity took the violet one and together, they began to color the rainbow.

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Halfway through their project, Decklin looked up to wipe sweat from his forehead and noticed how pretty Felicity looked. Her cheeks were pink from the sun, her aqua eyes were shining and her dark brown hair was sun-streaked, making it look more of a deep red then a dark brown.

She looked up and smiled at him. Her dimples appeared, one in each cheek.

"Whatcha looking at?" she asked.

He face felt warm, as if it had been dipped in hot chocolate. "You." he answered simply, and leaned over to press his lips against hers. They remained in a kissing position for several seconds before breaking apart, smiling widely at each other. She scooted over to his side and nuzzled her neck against his, leaning her head on his shoulder. She twined her small fingers through his.

Decklin smiled and sighed contentedly.

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There's nothing like your first kiss.

Dies of Awesomeness

[Poison Reaper]

Pashtu {f}~~~~~~~~~~ Kyle{m}

The pinned me down. I stumbled upon their teritory when they were patrolling for other gangs. I'm the good boy, I would of never though of being in a gang. I just lived on the wrong side of town, and went for a walk at the wrong time. I hear gunshots every night, and wake up, hoping we haven't been robbed. Oh sh**. Here comes the gang leader. You can tell he's the leader, seeing they just part outta his way.
"What the Hell are you doin' on our territory punk?" She said.

Who said Girls can't be just as tough as boys, no matter where they are.
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It... It Kinda just popped into my head .3.

[Zeee]

(Something that happened in real life, and im using these pets as refs for me and another person just because they repersent us well... Well, not so much me... But... or him... YOU GET THE POINT xD

NOTE: These arent their/my real name.)


Samantha Fisher {f} && Jake Bolton {m}

Im your secret santa,
But let that be a secret.
Im your secret admirer,
But you dont need to know.
<3
(About those stupid secret santa things xD)

PART ONE

I walk into the school building, looking back outside; agh. Blizzard. And I had to go to school. Oh, another problem; That stupid secret santa thing. I wonder what nerd ill pick today... At least I know what to get him or her.
I step into the classroom and peer at all the people sitting cross-legged infont of the teacher on the floor, as the teacher, Mrs.Manta, writes down names on little pieces of paper and sticks them in a hat.

When everyone is gathered into a single-file line, stretching across almost the whole classroom, the teacher begins letting people choose. Im at the back, almost, directly infront of my crush, Jake Bolton. I wish I was behind him... His glasses, sunglasses to be exact, are shaped like hearts. Yeah, he's not the guy you would see being all mushy and cuddly, but he isnt exactly the guy you would see fighting all the time and swearing. He's... Kinda imbetween. Sweet and sincere, but fierce and sly like a fox. All my personality is HAPPY HAPPY sad HAPPY HAPPY. Im sometimes happy, but most of the time when im happy, im sad inside. When I get to the front, I peer into the hat and count the papers. Mrs.Manta slaps my face by accident, then says like it was on purpose, "No looking!" I shrug and dig my hand into the hat.
I then clasp onto a paper and pull it out, afraid what await me. I pull it up to my face and open my eyes, but first run back to my desk. I, with my eyes now closed, slide the paper onto my desk and put another paper over it. 'Ok, Sam, remove the paper...' I say to myself, carefully trying to pull the extra paper off; but I hesitate and pull away. Mrs.Manta sighs dramatically and comes over to me. She stares into my eyes, making me a little scared. "Samantha, deary, would yuo like me to pull off the paper?" She says, very loudly. The class starts to laugh and I blush furiously. Ah, come on; Jake is laughing... Hard. I smile, continuing to blush from embarassment and whisper, "Sure..." She puts her hand on the paper, nodding. Its not that im afraid; ok, well, I am. But its not that im going to freak out when I find out; ok, I might. Its just that ive always gotten geeks and then they try, but fail, to go out with me because I got them a "Star-Wars" figure they were searching for, and wasted their life for.

PART TWO

She slides off the paper carefully. I open my eyes, then pull my hand to my mouth. No, its not Garth Marken.. No, its not Elias Berdon.. No, its not even Carl Massu! Its... Omigosh... Its... I die inside for a second with joy.

Its Jake!!! I jump in my seat, and now people are starting to stare. I quickly grab the paper and hug it to my chest close as the bell rings. Amy, my best friend, runs up to me and smirks. "What?" I say, sliding the paper carefully into my binder.
"You know what! Who did you get?"
I hug my binder close. "No one you need to know of."
"Come on, Sam."
"Amy!"
"Fine.."
"Thank you."
"....Was it Jake?" She guesses. I urg with annoyingness.
"Amy!" I yell, but not too loudly. "....Yes..." I whisper carefully the next part.
She eeeeeees and smiles large. "Aw, no way. I got Garth." I laugh a little. "Really?" I ask. "That sucks."
We're silent for a moment. Then I say, "I cant believe I got Jake."

Amy smirks angrily. "I cant either."


(Continue?)

(Continue)

[omori]

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(( In case you didn't know, a mobile is the thing that dangles above the cradle, plays lullabies and spins. In this story, the mobile is nailed to the ceiling. You'll see why later. ))
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The Mobile ("Star") {f} -------------------------- Robby{m} and Teddy {m}

"Thank you, Teddy and Star," the little boy said as he tightly hugged his plushie bear. "It's because of you two that I don't have bad dreams anymore." He yawned. "Promise me you'll always be here for me?"

"I promise. Forever and always," the mobile said.

"Forever and always," the teddy bear repeated.

And just like every night, Star began to lull Robby to sleep with the song "You Are My Sunshine". His favorite part was how clear the singing was, and how beautiful the voice was. Robby thought it was strange, though, that the singing only began when he closed his eyes...
"Forever and always..." Robby slurred as he drifted to sleep.

But soon, Robby's mother took Teddy away.
"You are getting too old for a stuffed animal and a mobile," she said, "so I'll be taking the mobile down soon. You're sleeping in a big boy bed, and you don't need baby toys."

That night, before the boy fell asleep, Star said, "Don't worry, Robby. I won't let her take me like Teddy. I promise I'll be here. Forever and always." The lullaby began to play, and the boy's eyes closed.

"Forever and always..." Robby whispered before slipping into his deep sleep.

When Robby woke up, Star was gone. He cried, upset that with his friend's exit, the nightmares would enter. "What happeed to forever and always?" he whispered, hugging his legs.

(( Should I continue? ))

[Cirque]

This is kind of inspired by things in my life right now, I haven't decided if I should write an entire story yet.
~enjoy <3


Hane [m] & Renki [f]

She was a model that feel in love too easily....he was drugattic that didn't know what love was.

They warned her that he was trouble,
They told her to stay away.
They They said that if she fell for him,
Her heart would surely pay.

With the purest of hearts,
And bountiful beauty,
She knew they were protecting her,
Her friends were doing their duty.

But despite the danger,
She gave him her heart.
And hoped more than anything,
That he wouldn't tear it apart.

[faraday]

will{m}...................katrina{f}

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I sat on the pier, my feet brushing over the clear blue water, minnows nipping at my toes. Nothing better than a warm sunny day in Los Angeles to keep the mind- "Oof!" I excliamed, catching myself to keep myself from falling off the dock. I looked up to see a man of medium hieght standing over me, his expression worried, hands shaking."I-I'm sorry..." He stuttered, stumbling with his words. "I- I ha... where are we, I mean, where am I?" He asked, golden eyes surveying his surroundings with fear. I put a hand down on the dock to give me some leaverage, and hoisted myself up. The man was wearing some sort of white suit, and a black jacket. Unusual for the extremely hot weather we were having- maybe he had heat stroke. "Um... a pier. Are you okay?" I said, reaching out to feel his forehead. He flinched, grabbing my head. "I- I'm sorry... I have... I have.... I have Post Traumatic Stress Disorder. The doctors say.... they say my memory isn't what it used to... to be." He released his grip, his eyes flickering back and forth, between me and the ocean. "Oh, I see now..." I whispered, rubbing the back of my head, looking down at my feet. "Say, how long have you-" I looked up to see him in the distance fleeing. "Hey!" I exclaimed, chasing after him.

He was fast, but I caught up to him when he reached the road. There were too many cars going to fast. He had nowhere to go. "Hey, come here." I said, ushering him closer with my hand. He looked fearful, and shook his head. "Who are you?" He asked, shrinking back, away from me. "We were just talking over there- remember?" I asked, raising an eyebrow at his behavior. His gaze softened, and he burrowed his face in his hands. "Oh, oh, oh.... I'm sorry, I have Post-Traumatic Stress Disorder- the doctors say my memory isn't how it used to be." I put a reassuring hand on his shoulder, smiling out of sympathy. "It's okay- I know what you're going through." I whispered, walking him back to the pier. He chuckled darkly. "I find that hard to believe." I offered him a seat on one of the benched, and sat next to him.

"Well... a few years back, my brother, Jeremy, was sent to Iran. He was an escort to the uh, the soldiers." I said, resting my hands in my lap. "Every night, there would be some kind of ambush, some kind of attack." I continued, fiddling with my thumbs. "And... when he came back... he was different." I said, looking back over at the man. He was looking in the other direction, but I could tell he was listening. "PTSD." He said, shifting his gaze to me. I smiled gently, looking at my feet. "...yeah. Do you know the first thing he said to me when he came back?" I asked, my voice faltering. "He told me, 'In Iran, it's like falling through the sky. It was real- always full of energy. But coming home to you is like hitting the ground.' Can you believe that?" I exclaimed, resting my head in my hands. "Well... your brother is right. About falling through the sky." He said, hands still shaking. "B-but... I haven't hit the ground, yet." I looked over at him, attempting to give him a smile, but it seemed my lips were frozen in a solemn frown. "And..." He continued, raising his eyebrows. "I'm afraid of what will happen when I do." I scooted closer to the man, finally getting a smile to appear. "Don't worry." I whispered, pushing his hair out of his eyes. "I'll be right there to catch you."

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Wow, I really like how this turned out. I'm not done with it though, this is just part one. 8D

Even though nobody seems to be following this, I'll continue. :3

Part 2

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"So, how long have you had PTSD?" I asked, our shoes shuffling along the sidewalk, heat radiating off of the surface. His hands were shaking considerably. "S-since I was... I was 6, and, and I watched my parents be, be murdered." He stuttered softly, his eyes falling to the sidewalk. I grabbed his hand, frowning in sympathy. "I'm sorry. I really am." His hand stopped shaking. He smiled. "Would you l-look at that- my hand!" I smiled with him. "Yeah- hey, where are you staying?" I asked him, my eyebrows knit in worry. His face wiped itself of emotion. "W-why?" I shrugged, releasing his hand. "So I could visit you, of course." I said, my voice brimming with happiness. He grabbed his shoulder, and stopped walking. I turned around to face him.

"I-I don't know, I don't know, I, I think you only take intrest, in-intrest in me because I re-remind you of your brother." He sighed, his gaze dropping again. I shook my head, rubbing my temple. "No, don't be ridiculous. I... I just want to help you out. I'm- my brother has nothing to do with this." I said, my voice hard, brimming with frustration. "W-What, what happened t-to your brother, your brother anyways?!" He exclaimed, his eyes smoldering. I let my hand fall to my side, and I narrowed my eyes. "My brother hung himself in the closet." He silenced, his angered face melting into an expression of worry, and pain. "...oh." He murmered, his eyes misting up. He grabbed my hand, and pulled me closer, and whispered into my ear. "I don't want that to happen to me." I could feel his tears slide down his face onto my neck. I embraced him with my free hand in a hug. "I don't either... um..." "Will." He said, sniffling, pushing me back. "Will Gregoire." I smiled, wiping the tears from his cheeks. "I'm Katrina. Katrina Spence." He smiled back at me, adjusting his coat. "Yes, Katrina, I'm Will- Will Gregiore." I laughed, messing his hair up. "I know."

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End of Part 2

Part 3

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"What was your name again?" Will asked me, the ferris wheel stopping every few minutes so new passengers could get on. "Katrina Spence." I said, for what seemed like the millionth time. But the funny thing was- it didn't get old. I didn't mind telling him over and over. Before he could introduce himself again, I interupted. "And you are Will. William Gregoire." He smiled at me, laughing. "I s-suppose me re-introducing myself, myself, must be getting old... I kind of, kind of remember introducing m-myself now- just bits and pieces. I-It seems like it happened eternities ago- it's like I've known you forever. And yet I still c-cannot, cannot remember your, y-your name." I laughed at him, peering over the edge of the little pod we were sitting in. "I don't mind, really." I assured, my finger tracing the skyline. "It's kind of cute." I looked over to see Will struck with a confused expression. "C-cute? Y-you think I'm cute?" I poked his nose, nodding. "Sure, I do." He shifted position in his seat- I could see pink shade over his cheeks. "Oh." The ride clunked to a stop, and our door was opened by a man with a red vest and a scruffy beard. "Thank you for riding." He droned, his expression blank. "Come again."

I led Will off of the Ferris Wheel, and we walked down the boardwalk, listening to the carnival music, and sounds you would expect to hear at the boardwalk. "Will-" I began, looking through the cracks in the wooden planks. I could see the water calmly lapping at the boards, testing for ways to get through. "I barely know anything about you. All I know is this morning you almost pushed me into the sea." I grinned, scratching the back of my head uncomfortably. "I-I'm still, still really s-sorry about that." He apologized, his laugh soft and airy as he spoke. "It's okay. So, anyways, not knowing anthing about you. What... is your favorite color?" I asked, my hand retreating from my head to my hip. He pondered my question for a moment, and began to glance around nervously. "I-I dunno, I don't really pay attenti-attention to colors." I pinched my lips together in a scowl, and let it go. "My favorite color is purple. Plus, I like the name. Puurrrpppleee..." I enunciated, with a giggle. Will smiled at me, but I noticed all of his smiles were... off. Not right. Pained, or forced, maybe.

"Are you alright?" I asked, slowing down to a stop. He avoided eye contact with me. "I suppose." I frowned, crossing my arms in confusion. "Maybe I should take you home." He opened him mouth to protest, but no sound came out. We walked ourselves over to my car, and he sat in the passenger seat, me in the driver's seat. "Where should I drop you off?" He sat in silence, eyes focused dead ahead. "389 Cherry." His voice was much like the voice of the man at the boardwalk- dull, and sucked of any life or emotion. "Will. Tell me what's wrong." He didn't respond, so I put the key in the ignition, and the car roared to life.

As we drove down the highway, I programmed my GPS on my iPhone to 389 Cherry Street, Los Angeles. I could feel Will's eyes on me. "You s-shouldn't be doing th-that when, when you're driving." I ignored him, looking between my phone and the road as I drove. "T-T-T-T-T-T-Ta-Tama-Tama-TAMARA!" I could hear his short shallow breaths, and his sense of urgency. I smiled, looking over at him. "You remembered my-"

The impact was unfathomable. It was like the weight of the world crushing down on you. But at the same time it was like- falling through the sky. The airbag was all the protection I had. It was like time had slown down, just for a moment, to notice one thing. Will's airbag didn't come out. Time went back to normal speed again, and I could hear Will cry out in pain, his head crunching against the windows. His blood spattered onto my cheek. The car rolled, and rolled, and another impact, worse than the first. The doors crunched inwards, and the windshield shattered, sending glass everywhere. I no longer heard any cries of pain from Will. The car finally rolled to a stop, and I lay there in agony. I could barely move- it felt like I was weighted down with thousands of pounds. But- Will.

I managed to turn my head, to see him crumpled body lying in a pool of glass and blood. "William." I choked, pulling myself closer to him, grunting. I turned his head, stroking his hair which was covered in blood. His eyelids wrenched open, and he parted his lips to speak. "I...hit the g-ground. B...but you weren't there to catch me." Tears welled up in my eyes as Will violently coughed up blood, his eyes growing dim. "But... Will." I whispered, watching him slip away. "Will, no!" I sobbed, my hands cradling his face as he let out his last breath of air. I pulled him closer, kissing his forehead. "I didn't catch you, because I knew there was no stopping you from hitting the ground. If you fly, you must one day come back to earth." I whispered, resting my head on the seat. I heard sirens in the distance, and I knew I wasn't going to see Will again after this. I began to cry some more, but there was no use. He was already gone.

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Sorry for the really really long story. Hope you like it!~

@ Carousel.; Please continue. :3

[alas,]

Wow. All of these stories; remarkable. All of them. I can't comment on just one~ So I'll leave it all that. If you have posted a story, I can almost garuntee I've read it and loved it. They're all so original! Again, wow. Just...whoa. <3

So here's my blurb that I'm not going to finish. -facepalm-

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Allana [uh-lane-uh] [f] && Nick [nik] [m]

She was the most beautiful girl his silver eyes had come to rest on, like a fatigued butterfly. But she was that one butterfly whom soared through the vast aquamarine sky with those humble, puffy clouds, not to rest until her destination was reached. Oooh, this child was a remarkable gold piece, rare to find and delightful to own. And how he desired for his hands to creep up her face and his lips to curve around hers. It was the dream--his only dream--to be with her.

But his occupation was to farm all day, and to play with the animals at night, recieving minimum wage while Miss Allana just dilly-dallied around town doing nothing, obtaining all the money in the world from her pop and mama. It was impossible that a filthy rich woman who ever come to love a man who didn't bathe in money, who in a sense, could hardly afford to bathe at all.

But that's what everyone thinks, isn't it?

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"Please, miss, would you please go out for dinner with me tonight? Or anything other night; I can be flexible!" Nick was jogging to keep his hip an inch away from hers as Allana speed-walked down the sidewalk in town.

"I...I think I know you," Allana replied, still keeping her eyes plastered to the road ahead. "Where are you from? Ah, that's right...Farmer Boy." Her voice evolved into laughter, such a cruel giggle but so perfect and silky in everyway. "I won't be seen with you, leave me be," the girl demanded.

"But, ma'am!" He paused in his tracks, ceasing the useless conversation. He sighed and whipped around, running back home past the abandoned mansion he swore to own one day.

He also swore that night that he would own Allana, if only for a second...curled up in his arms, his lips pressed upon her dainty neck. That would be the day. That would definately be the day.

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[E N D P A R T O N E]

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-headdesk-
That turned out terrible. ;n; Not like it was in my head at all. d: I probably won't continue it now, trolol. BUT. It just depends. :B

[the bad wolf]

So many lovely stories! I'd like to just say I read everyone and was awed by all the talent!

Ok, here's a little Father's Day love. <3;


Ally (f) and Daddy (m)

Her little legs were pedaling as hard as they could go, the bike's wheel's obliging by speeding along the sidewalk. The wind blew back her mousy hair. Loving the feel, the girl opened her mouth as if to taste the freedom in the air. But really it was to laugh as her supporter gently pulled her off course.

Her dad held onto the seat, at a run to keep up. Ally had never liked training wheels nor had wanted to try by herself. So he was always there, strong hands holding the metal upright.

The little girlooked at the long stretch ahead of them, adrenaline pumping. She could do it. "Daddy! Let go! I wanna try this!" Her white sneaker's pushed on the pedal's harder to keep the speed the same. Then the weight behind her disappeared and she was on her own. But, unusually, she hadn't been thrown off. No, the girl was speeding over the cracks, balanced. "Daddy! Daddy! I did it!"

The father stood back, watching his baby zoom around, her hands gripping the handles so hard that her knuckles were turning white. Pride swelled in his chest. His little girl could do anything.
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Ally's hands shook, the delicate flowers in her hand's following suit. She was so scared. How had time gone so fast? Taking a deep breath, the piano started, and she sashayed out the arched doors.

The whole place was covered in white. Every face had turned to see the bride, in her flowing white dress. The young woman, breaths coming out shaky and uneven, started walking carefully down the aisle. Didn't want to trip like at the dress rehersal.

Only a little ways down was her father, silver in his dark brown hair. A smile was on his lips, as always. Smile wrinkles covered his mouth, but it just made him Daddy. Ally walked up to him and hooked her arm in his.

Down the aisle they walked. The woman's heart raced enough for her to lean over to the man beside her's ear. "Daddy, I don't think I can do this." Her blue eye's flickered to Michael, who was watching with a gicantic grin.

"Yes you can. If I have to hold it together, so do you." He smiled at her as they came to where they were to part. But, despite the comforting, the man held his daughter's hand in place. She looked over at his now watering eyes.

"Daddy, I can do this. I really can. You can let go." She kissed his soft cheek lightly before going to meet her future husband. Her dad smiled, watching the ceremony. How had his little girl gotten here? It seemed like just yesterday he'd brought her home from the hospital. But, despite that he was suppose to give her away, Ally would always be his.
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The small woman looked around the bright white walls, searching for the information desk. Her blue eye's were brought out with the fact the skin around her eye's were bright red. As the confused look deepened, a stocky nurse walked up to her. Asking where the patients room was, the nurse pointed her to room 147.

Thanking the nurse, who by the name tag was Jackie, Ally walked through the dull tiled hallway, nose crinkled at the smell. Hospitals always smelled strange. As she came to the right room, Ally took a deep breath. She was here for one reason, and that was it.

Opening the polished door, she walked into the dimmed room. Besides the tv flickering lightly, the only other soured of light and sound was the beeping from the beat of the man's heart. How had her Daddy, always strong and healthy, gotten here so fast?

Going to the bedside, the woman smoothed down the patients silver hair. He was so peaceful looking. Then an idea came. Crawling next to her dad, as she used to in a thunder storm, Ally started caressing the man's face.

"It's okay Daddy. Momma told me your holding on for me." Ally was smiling despite the thick tone. "It's ok. I can hold my own, Dad. You taught me to be strong." Her voice as cracking now around the tough barrier. It was the hardest thing a daughter could do.

"I appreciate you waiting till I could see you, but I'm here now. I see you and I can see your in pain. I don't want you to stay like this." Her pale cheeks were now streaked with tears. "You can let go now, Daddy. I'll see you again, don't worry."

Ally took a deep breath, trying to keep from bursting into a crying fit. "I love you, Daddy. And I always will." With that, she kissed his cheek lightly before getting up and going to the door way. She then stopped and looked for a moment. As if to memorize how he looked. Then she left, hand over mouth.

A father's love is everlasting. Even after they are gone, they are always there to love their children.

Happy Father's day.

(I am so tired. This is bad. But it's sweet, I guess. Song- Let go now Daddy by someone or other...)

[Poison Reaper]

So many lovely stories! I'd like to just say I read everyone and was awed by all the talent!

Ok, here's a little Father's Day love. <3;


Ally (f) and Daddy (m)

It was the hardest thing a daughter could do.

A father's love is everlasting. Even after they are gone, they are always there to love their children.

Happy Father's day.

This is NOT a bad story. It takes a lot to bring tears into my eyes. :'C I had them in my eyes. Wonderful. Very well written <33333