Your CS Pet Pairs? (NEW THREAD)

[kartharon]

the lovestruck boy xx the girl who saved his life

it doesn't usually go this way
especially not with war
but it happened
all in the month of may
she saved his life many times,
and he was the one to say
'i love you, though ive felt like a mime
not able to say anything,
being stuck in invisible boxes, i cry
i felt like ive done a crime
and i dont know why'

she finally trusted him
but she was too late
she wasn't there to save him,
she grazed her fingers over the rim
of his snow white coffin
as the clouds soften
he loved her often,
all she did was neglect
but now all she wishes,
all she does is regret...


[story?]

"Get down!" A girl yelled, tackling me behind a crashed jeep. "Do you want to get yourself killed?" I shook my head and frantically retrieved the large weapon in my hand, letting go of it with one hand to fix my hat. "No, lady. I don't." She shook her head back and held up a hand, peeking from over the jeep and standing up, offering some help up. I took the help willingly, now up on my feet. "Don't call me lady, boy. My name is," She was interupted by a loud bang. Looking back at me, she flashed a disgusted look and stopped talking. She looked over me and shook her head, making a tsk sound with her tounge and rolling her bright blue eyes, her red and pale green hair shaking, "No no," She said, frowning. She fixed the weapon I had held low in my hands, shoving it closer to my chest and higher. She fixed my hat to a little angle, and smiled, as is statisfyed. Quickly the girl turned, her smile interupted once again from a loud gunshot. She flashed a short smile at me and dashed away.

I was new here. I didn't get any training, so I failishly stayed hidden behind the jeep, hopeful not to get caught. The pockets filled with supplies held me down alot, otherwise I could move swiftly. A thought pushed into my mind; maybe I should go out there, and fight for my country. Maybe I should take a stand and give a hand! Thinking about this optimistically, I soon regretted my choice to dash out into the open, arms flailing wildly. In a matter of seconds, all I could see was black. I woke up what seemed to be years later, but was even less than an hour. I was inside a shack; I looked around the shelves and I saw alot, but what really caught my eye were the piles of supplies, billions of first aid kits, firearms and other weapons, diving knives, and to my surprise, jewellery. I looked up, eyes fluttering open, and witnessed that same girl who tackled me, bandaging my arm. "Wh-what happened?" I said tiredly. Her eyes locked onto my quickly, as if my awaken surprised her. "Oh," She replied, dusting her hands and standing up, admiring her work carefully. I stared at my now bandaged shoulder and wiggled it a bit. "You ran out into the open like a complete idiot and got shot. In the shoulder, obviously." I smiled, thinking about how I never got to learn her name. I flicked my legs over the side of the bed and almost got up. "Tell me this, stranger," I caught her attention. "Your name."

The girl smirked and twirled a diving knife through her fingers with ease, a large firearm hoisted behind her back with a large rope holding it in place. "Hill," She looked down and ran her fingers alongside the shelves and curving over the rubies and the studded diamonds and amythest on the jewellery, supposedly stolen jewellery. She looked deep into my eyes. "Veronica Hill."

It was the most beautiful name Ive ever heard, and I didnt even know it.

Aw, cute Aven. I love this story <33

[black swan;;;;;]

"If you don't love me,tell me,and I will leave you alone."

Story?

[Kingfisher]

"If you don't love me,tell me,and I will leave you alone."

Story?

Yes please!

[Zeee]

the lovestruck boy xx the girl who saved his life

it doesn't usually go this way
especially not with war
but it happened
all in the month of may
she saved his life many times,
and he was the one to say
'i love you, though ive felt like a mime
not able to say anything,
being stuck in invisible boxes, i cry
i felt like ive done a crime
and i dont know why'

she finally trusted him
but she was too late
she wasn't there to save him,
she grazed her fingers over the rim
of his snow white coffin
as the clouds soften
he loved her often,
all she did was neglect
but now all she wishes,
all she does is regret...


[story?]

"Get down!" A girl yelled, tackling me behind a crashed jeep. "Do you want to get yourself killed?" I shook my head and frantically retrieved the large weapon in my hand, letting go of it with one hand to fix my hat. "No, lady. I don't." She shook her head back and held up a hand, peeking from over the jeep and standing up, offering some help up. I took the help willingly, now up on my feet. "Don't call me lady, boy. My name is," She was interupted by a loud bang. Looking back at me, she flashed a disgusted look and stopped talking. She looked over me and shook her head, making a tsk sound with her tounge and rolling her bright blue eyes, her red and pale green hair shaking, "No no," She said, frowning. She fixed the weapon I had held low in my hands, shoving it closer to my chest and higher. She fixed my hat to a little angle, and smiled, as is statisfyed. Quickly the girl turned, her smile interupted once again from a loud gunshot. She flashed a short smile at me and dashed away.

I was new here. I didn't get any training, so I failishly stayed hidden behind the jeep, hopeful not to get caught. The pockets filled with supplies held me down alot, otherwise I could move swiftly. A thought pushed into my mind; maybe I should go out there, and fight for my country. Maybe I should take a stand and give a hand! Thinking about this optimistically, I soon regretted my choice to dash out into the open, arms flailing wildly. In a matter of seconds, all I could see was black. I woke up what seemed to be years later, but was even less than an hour. I was inside a shack; I looked around the shelves and I saw alot, but what really caught my eye were the piles of supplies, billions of first aid kits, firearms and other weapons, diving knives, and to my surprise, jewellery. I looked up, eyes fluttering open, and witnessed that same girl who tackled me, bandaging my arm. "Wh-what happened?" I said tiredly. Her eyes locked onto my quickly, as if my awaken surprised her. "Oh," She replied, dusting her hands and standing up, admiring her work carefully. I stared at my now bandaged shoulder and wiggled it a bit. "You ran out into the open like a complete idiot and got shot. In the shoulder, obviously." I smiled, thinking about how I never got to learn her name. I flicked my legs over the side of the bed and almost got up. "Tell me this, stranger," I caught her attention. "Your name."

The girl smirked and twirled a diving knife through her fingers with ease, a large firearm hoisted behind her back with a large rope holding it in place. "Hill," She looked down and ran her fingers alongside the shelves and curving over the rubies and the studded diamonds and amythest on the jewellery, supposedly stolen jewellery. She looked deep into my eyes. "Veronica Hill."

It was the most beautiful name Ive ever heard, and I didnt even know it.

Aw, cute Aven. I love this story <33

Not quite finished yet, but thank you. This is only part one. I had to end this one short :c

[cass.]

{. ☁ .}
I sat in the bus shelter, drawing meaningless patterns in the thin layer of snow with my scuffed trainer: spirals and suns, curves and faces. After a while I began to grow cold, but stated perched on the thin edge of plastic that they call a bench. Curling my toes up in my blue sneakers, I rubbed my hands together and shivered involuntarily. I exhaled slowly and watched as the thin tendrils of mist curled its fingers around the crisp, clean air. My eyes were bright with unshed tears as the pearly whiteness faded away to nothing. I breathed in, my breath catching as the freezing air wound its way down my throat. I couldn't breathe. Cold was seeping down into my lungs, reaching into ever corner of my body like fine, cold spray.
My eyes widened in alarm as I realised that I wasn't breathing, and that I hadn't been for the last half-minute or so. Taking in a deep breath of the chilly air, I slurped sideways onto the bench and lay there, gasping. Soon it became clear that I was not going to die, and I sat up slowly, shaking.
My eyes were unfocused, I frowned and tried again. Suddenly everything was so intricate and pin-sharp I gasped again. I lay against the wall and thought, staring out into the snowy street. A couple of kids were playing, throwing snowballs at each other. One of them grinned at me, and beckoned with their hand. I smiled and waved back, shaking my head.
I'd had enough winter for the day. As I trudged home, I realised something.

It wasn't the thought of dying that had scared me; it was the thought of who I would leave behind.

[seattle]

xx

Hope xx Chance

She dropped the phone and burst into tears
The doctor just confirmed her fears
Her husband held it in and held her tight
Cancer don’t discriminate
or care if you’re just 38
With three kids who need you in their lives
He said, "I know that you’re afraid and I am, too
But you’ll never be alone, I promise you"

When you’re weak, I’ll be strong
When you let go, I’ll hold on
When you need to cry, I swear that I’ll be there to dry your eyes
When you feel lost and scared to death,
Like you can’t take one more step
Just take my hand, together we can do it
I’m gonna love you through it.

~ Love You Through It, Martina McBride.

Story? c:

[black swan;;;;;]

"If you don't love me,tell me,and I will leave you alone."

Story?

Krista + Ty

{ She's got a love like woe
Girl's got a love like woe
I kinda feel like it don't make sense
'Cause you're bringing me in
And now you're kicking me out again

Love so strong
Then you moved on
Now I'm hung up in suspense
Because you're bringing me in
And then you're kicking me out again }

Love Like Woe by The Ready Set. The song doesn't belong to me.

~Ty's point of view~

There we were.That's the park.Yeah,it's a beautiful place.
"WAIT!" I yelled.
"What is it?"
"There's a black cat.You don't want bad luck do you?" I asked her in a sarcastic way.
"You.Leave.Right now." She said to me.She said that in a strong voice,it looked like she was determinated or somethin'.
"W-why?" I could not to anything but ask her.
"Because I want so.Now buh-bye." She said those and I leaved.

~The next day~

~Krista's point of view~
"Ty!" That was me,calling his name as I run to him and hugged my dear boyfriend.
"Krista?"
"Yes,that's my name!" I said smiling.
"I thought you were mad at me..." he said,and that faded my smile away.
"That was yesterday,you stupid.And now,will you hold my hand or do anything you're supposed to do?"

{ What’s wrong with my tongue
These words keep slipping away
I stutter, I stumble
Like I’ve got nothing to say }

Things I'll never say by Avril Lavigne.The song doesn't belong to me.

Should I continue? c: .

[Rainpelt]

If the whole world is a stage...
ωħεŗε δიεs ŧħε αυδįεncε şįŧ?

[Dragon Reine]

If the whole world is a stage...
ωħεŗε δიεs ŧħε αυδįεncε şįŧ?

<3

[anonymouse]

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"Mum, where's dad?"

Veronica had no idea how to answer that question on that rainy day to her six year old daughter.
It had been close to six years when she had last seen him and her young little girl, Lucy, had never seen her father. It wouldn't be easy to explain to her that her own father had left them alone to fend for themselves.

"He's, uh, traveling... But really, darling, he left us." There was no use to lie to Lucy. That would only further complicate the story. But just with those few words, the ache return in Veronica's chest. Every now and then it came back upon her, never fully leaving her to be freed from the thought that her own love had left her.

"... Why?"

Truly, Veronica did not know. She had imagined why -- every possible reason she could have come up with had crossed her mind. But no obvious reason had seemed to fit. Veronica supposed that the only reason why he must have left was hidden away with the him, never to be heard by anyone else.

"That's a rather long story..."

It took her daughter only a moment to reply.


"I'd like to hear that story."



{ Just a bit of musings :> }