by hollyglow » Wed Dec 27, 2017 1:33 pm
Elsa Alina Asbjornson
I nodded thoughtfully. "We helped each other." It was all I said for a bit, because the moment I said it I realized just how completely true it was. Maybe it was obvious, and maybe it shouldn't have meant so much, but it did. We helped each other. The words made it feel like the world had fit into place around the two of us. Everything seemed right in a way I couldn't describe.
Jem Laceburn
I squinted, as if I could somehow manage to make myself be able to see in the dark through sheer force of will. With Ashton sick, I felt alone in a way I hadn't since...since meeting him, really. It was the lonliness of knowing that people you cared about were relying on you, and that they wouldn't really blame you if you did something wrong, which somehow made it worse. The pressure of loneliness in my chest made me not want to let Ashton out of my sight. But I got some reassurance from his hand in mine, at least. "Alright," I murmured. As I imagined the figurative pressure on my chest, I suddenly could feel myself begin to panic. There was no apparent reason at first, but the I recognized the way my consciousness seemed to be snapping in and out of my body. Sometimes this happened, and sometimes there was a trigger, sometimes not, but the feeling of discomfort in my own body got nearly unbearable, to the point of being unable to function. It could happen as many as twice a day, or as rarely as once a month, but it was something that I'd never really gotten used to. My only outward sign of discomfort was sqeezing my eyes shut and rocking forward on the balls of my feet slightly. I could feel all the curves of my body, the way Ashton and everybody else saw me, and it was just wrong.
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SINGING THE SONG OF ANGRY MEN
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Hi! I'm Erin/Eren/Aaron. Um.
Not sure what else to put here...I
guess, I'm kinda an average
teen...ask my pronouns, please.
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to die for lack of love is horrible.
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