Your CS Pet Pairs? (NEW THREAD)

[Khannie]

Dolls. That's all we were. Stitched and threaded together with lovely fabrics of all kind. Some had buttons for eyes, while some had marbles. We had fur and string around our bodies in all colors of the rainbow. Most of the dolls in this little shop were beautifully crafted things. They had eyes that begged and pleaded with children to take them home, hug them, love them, and play with them forever. They were taken off the shelves as fast as they had gotten onto them.

But I... I was different, you see.
I didn't want to be loved unconditionally by a child and then thrown away when I was old and worn.
I wanted freedom.


I could feel.
I could see.
I could hear.
I could move.
But I couldn't escape this horrible nightmare.

It was agonizing torture. I had to sit on a shelf for hours and hope that someone would come to rescue me. But nobody wanted me. I was a run down little puppet with pins and needles everywhere. I had ropes that attempted to keep me held together, yet stuffing poked through. Last but not least, my button eyes were dull and scratched. But... Somebody had to want me, right?

For a while I was filled with hope. I looked expectantly at all the people who came into the humble little store I lived in, bell ringing to signal someone's arrival. Most of them gave me one look before walking away. Some scoffed, picked me up and marveled at how such a run down thing was in such a spectacular store like that. My feelings were crushed even more than my body.

Days, weeks, months, a year... I began to lose hope. If I wasn't sold... I would be scrapped and thrown away. The storekeeper was losing hope as well. He put a price tag on me that told I would be at 90% off. He did anything to get rid of me, for he was not one to simply toss things aside.

Nobody even looked twice at me.
--
I had kept my little button eyes glued on her as she walked into the store. She held her chin high, dark hair bouncing on her head as she walked in, striding up to the man at the counter with a purpose. Her purse twitched for a minute as a pretty golden cat popped it's head out, ears twitching and eyes swiveling around the room. The cat's eyes lingered on me for a moment before she meowed pointedly towards me.

Oh.
Oh no.

She would want me so that she could sink her fangs into me and feel no remorse for tearing me up. For once, I was hoping that I wouldn't be noticed. I did not want to become a chew toy simply because I was of an inferior quality than all the other dolls.

The woman inched closer, peering curiously at me.
No.
She gently picked me up from the shelf and felt my fur.
No.
She walked up to the counter with me in her hand.
No.
"Sold! Thank you for your purchase; I was worried that nobody would want him..." The shopkeeper looked a bit sheepish infront of the beautiful woman, rubbing the back of his head with one hand. I was too busy fearing for my life to be amazed at being purchased.
No!

The woman walked out of the store, the bell I've gotten so familiar with chiming at me sadly. I felt as if this was a punishment for wishing for something I could truly never have. The woman plopped me down into her purse along side the yellow, albeit pretty monster and placed us both in the backseat. The cat nudged me with her cold nose and grinned in a way which resembled the Cheshire Cat.

I tensed.

"Don't worry, this will be a secret between us. She doesn't know you're actually alive."

I... I guess this might not be so bad, after all.

Love this! Serious talent for story telling. Awesome!

[IgnoreThisAccount]

(Banjo2345: That was phenomenally sweet <3)

amethyst

milo

the curse, also known as belle
female x genderless x male
.:milo:.
Last I remember of you was your periwinkle hair.
P.eriwinkle hair.
Yes that's why I remember you.
your p.eriwinkle hair.
.:belle:.
I cry b.e.c.a.u.s.e I'm twisted,
twisted like a b.roken soul.
And there is now no reason,
for it again to be whole.
.:amethyst:.
You are c.ursed to say the least,
a hungry little beast,
You howled your evil heart out
as the sun rose in the east.

part 2
milo's point of view
Who in the name of snakes started the rumour about Belle? Cursed, my dear little belle, my one true love, said to be a curse. A pure concentration of darkness and magic instead of blood, galaxies instead of eyes and knife sharp nails instead of your soft pawpads. They thought she was a freak, a thing to be avoided. Apparently the next one who touched her would transform into the cursed one themselves. Belle was scared. Like me. My friends had looked at me with hatred, being the friend of the curse. But I didn't believe them. The rumors. But Belle did. Everyday someone would shout at her she was freak, she'd have to go home because of a seriously high fever.
But I think the rumors are starting to get me as well.
--
belle/the curse's point of view
I wish that deep saltwater well had never existed. They call me a cruse, a freak, a creep, a thing to be avoided and so many more things that pierce my heart like stone. And yet I seek no comfort by looking for friends. I have my Milo. My Milo. My own little person to play with. Toy with if you will. And when I want, I'll turn him into the freak I look like now. Oh he'll pay for the hug he gave that girl. He'll pay his price. But for now I have to pay mine by losing my friends and only having Milo to hug. What a curse I'll give him.
(Third part coming soon.)

[spike.]

I was old, last year's candy stuffed away inside a crumpled box, a Valentine's present from her mother. I had never been eaten, maybe because she'd forgotten I was there. I had readied myself for the fate of marble-white teeth and a block of pink tongue since the day I'd been inscribed with two words, a question -- Loves me..?.
I wanted to know -- did she love me?
I watched the girl daily, with her bouncing caramel ringlets and intelligent blue eyes. She didn't party all night like the other girls she spoke about with her father. From the shelter of creased, worn cardboard, I let my caramelized eyes track her routine until I knew it off by heart. Get up, brush teeth, get dressed -- I shied away at the sight of a new outfit layed out on her bed, looking anywhere but there.
The misery of my friends had all been put away and forgotten about. I still didn't know why she hadn't put me in her stomach, like the rest of them. Was I an anomaly? Love hearts were her favorite. I was pink, the symbolic colour of Valentine's day. Maybe I wasn't good enough.
I let sugar water run from my eyes each time I considered that.

Three months since I had been trapped inside a shiny red package and a coating of clear plastic with the others. The girl brushed her hair in front of the mirror, and I wanted to reach out and stroke a wispy brown strand that hung just behind her ear. I doubted she would even glance in my direction, or see the hope in my eyes. My expression had been moulded to one of hope, but that didn't mean my eyes always showed it.
I wanted to scream at her. WHY DIDN'T YOU EAT ME TOO?
Hey, I thought to myself. Stop it. Leave her be.

Another month passed. Dust, thick and heavy, weighed down my shoulders. Sooner or later, I would shiver to sugardust. The girl would take one look at me in my hidden, crumbling box and throw me in the trash. My heart thundered uneasily at the thought. So after everything, I'd die? I'd never considered being eaten as a type of death -- simply a fact of life. This seemed much more frightening and immediate.

Christmas came and went. My glazed eyes had cemented themselves shut. My tail was snapped off, and my legs trembled. A single breath would rupture my heart.

"Hello."
The voice was new and very, very close. I'd never heard anything like it. Sweet, almost spicy, and the scent of the speaker's breath was minty, like the girl's toothpaste.
"How long have you been here?"
My ears quivered. Maybe it wouldn't be so bad to talk to the girl, if I was going to die soon anyway. The idea of speaking to her during my last moments brought little joy, but I decided to face it.
"Valentine's," I managed to croak out. My voice was nothing but a dying whisper. "You left me."
"Left you?" The speaker sounded confused. "She only just put me here. Some old candycane horse no one wants. A Christmas leftover."
Then maybe I'd live a little longer, after all.

[Sonmi-451]

A story I wrote for my couples thread in celebration of me getting two major dreamies.


Thanatos and Sapphire

She tapped her chin thoughtfully with the end of her pencil, her eyes distant as her mind wandered through unseen worlds. She dropped her gaze to the paper, the depths of her sapphire eyes searching the parchment for answers, inspiration, advice - anything really. Looking up, she began to tap her chin with the pencil again, her eyes clouding over with the fantasies of her imagination. In the five days he had been watching her, she had never deviated from this pattern, even though he knew that she had something to write, something to say. Was she perhaps afraid of being heard and being rejected for her opinions? No, he knew she was far too bold to be afraid of that. Well, what then? He looked her up and down, x-raying her with his blood-red gaze, taking note of every pore on her skin, every freckle, every minuscule detail that, even though it was often overlooked, made her unique, made her who she was. He longed to reach out to her, to touch her, to feel her, to see if that sponge-like nature of hers would take him in too, but he knew that he couldn't; he knew that if he touched her, she would end up like everyone else he had touched: fertilizer for the grass. He couldn't help himself though; he had to at least talk to her! Finishing his coffee, he rose to his feet silently and walked over to her.

"Why do you never write anything down? I know you have something to say." Startled by the mellow, seductive voice, Sapphire jerked out of her trance and looked up to see who had asked her such a question.
She just sat there with her mouth open, admiring his pure physical beauty of his tall, lean frame, dark, slightly haunted features and blood-red, almost unsettling eyes, for a few seconds before she responded. "I... I don't know." She bit her lip, feeling completely and utterly stupid for not being able to articulate a simple sentence. "I guess... I guess I just think that my ideas aren't worth writing down because no one will listen to them." She looked up at him, terrified, for once in her life. No, not because of the fact that he probably had thirty pounds on her and could hurt her very easily if he wanted to, but because he was curious and his curiosity was leading him to pry at the shell she kept herself locked inside of at all times.
"I will listen," he told her gently, uttering those words she so wanted and yet so feared to hear. He sat down almost silently in the chair next to her and then affixed her with that gaze that gently poked at and completely ripped open your soul in the same millisecond of its intensity. When she didn't answer due to drowning in those pools of blood he had for eyes, he murmured, breaking the spell he had created, "Well?"
She blushed slightly, embarrassed at making him wait and angry with herself for becoming so distracted, and then began to speak.

"I feel like this society as a whole is broken, is torn, and we don't have the tools to fix ourselves like we think we do." There was no hesitation in her voice now, only raw, unbridled passion for the subject at hand. Glancing over at him quickly to make sure he following - as if he wouldn't be! - she continued when she his gaze on her. Well, it wasn't just his gaze on her - it was his everything on her. He was clinging to every word she said like a dying man to the hope of life; he had dreamed about the chance to talk with her, to be near her, for every day of the last two weeks, and, now that he had gotten such a chance, he certainly wasn't going to waste it.
"And what do you think can fix us, if we cannot do it ourselves?" He was genuinely interested in her answer, and for more than just the fact that she was speaking.
"Another person. Well, to be specific, the love of another person." She smiled a distant smile at him, her eyes and mind no longer in this world. "Call me a romantic, but I believe that we need someone else to truly make ourselves whole, to truly fix our flaws." She shrugged, her eyes and mind returning to Earth from their adventure into lands of thought.
"I admire your romanticism," he told her, returning her smile with a genuine but small one of his own. Oh, how long had it been since he had last smiled! It felt good - no, excellent - to truly have a reason to be happy.
"Well thank you." She nodded her head gracefully in recognition, the sapphire depths of her eyes dancing a jig to the happy tune of her heart. "Not many do."
"And shame on them for not," he replied elegantly and eloquently. The smile on his face grew a tad larger as he discreetly looked her up and down, still trying to piece together the puzzle that was her; he found her incredibly hard to read but also incredibly attractive because of all the unique little facets of her personality. Suddenly it hit him like a brick wall; he had been talking to her for nearly fifteen minutes and hadn't yet asked her name! How foolish he was! "You know, I just realized that I have not yet had the pleasure of knowing your name," he murmured, meeting her slightly puzzled yet charming gaze with a ravenous one of his own. From the moment he had set eyes on her, he had wanted her, wanted her so bad that the hunger hurt, and currently the fact that one touch of his could kill her was the farthest thing from his mind.
"My name is... Sapphire." She seemed rather unnerved by his unblinking, single-minded stare. He couldn't blame her; it probably was rather daunting to have such an insatiable gaze fixated upon you. "And yours is?" He almost missed what she had asked, due to his incredible focus upon her, but he heard it well enough to know that he was a fool.
He couldn't tell her his name, so why did he ever ask her hers?! It was a simple reaction to ask someone their name when they asked you yours, but clearly he had been too distracted, too sidetracked to bring logic into it, and now he was paying for his stupidity! What would he do now? Tell her a false name and then disappear, never to been seen from again, like he had done with every other woman he had ever fallen in love with? No, it was time to break the pattern, he decided. It was time to return the favor and be as open and honest as Sapphire was; he knew and appreciated how brave she had been to come out of her shell for a complete stranger, and felt that it was the least he could do to mirror her and do the exact same thing.
"My name is..." There's still time to turn back, Thanatos, and leave her behind, jabbered the little, logical voice in his head, but he brushed right past it; now was not a time for logic and planning, it was a time for passion and spur-of-the-moment decisions. "Thanatos." As he finished the sentence that he never thought he would finish and sat in front of the girl he never thought he would sit in front of, he reveled in the overwhelming feeling of success, of victory. In a sense, he had been victorious - over himself and his damned logic and secrecy that had kept him locked up too long. However, his attention was drawn away from this great conquest of his by Sapphire.
"You're too beautiful to be death," she murmured almost inaudibly, her gaze that still wasn't frightened fixated upon him with the utmost attention. So she had figured it out.
"Death can be the most beautiful thing in the world to the right person, Sapphire." He returned her gaze evenly, knowing that now was definitely not the time to falter. "If life hurts you so bad every day that you can't bear it any more, death is a wonderful, dazzling escape, a promise of no more pain and suffering."

"But..." She grasped at words, searching for some to vocalize what she felt, an feeling that maybe couldn't be vocalized. "How? How do you exist, how are you here, of all places!?" She was stunned, completely and utterly blown away, and saw that as he reached a hand out to comfort her, he pulled away at the last second. "I'm dead if you touch me, aren't I?" she asked him quietly, searching his unsearchable face for a reaction.
He nodded his head in response, his gaze on his lap, clearly not able to bring himself to admit such a thing. He looked up at her and she saw tears forming in those rubies of his eyes. He opened his mouth and murmured, unbearable pain infusing his voice, "I guess this is it then. I leave you be, once and for all; you'll forget about me eventually, I can assure you." He rose to his feet and turned to leave, everything about him broken.
"Thanatos!" Sapphire called after him, her heart aching for his pain and at seeing him go.
Much to her surprise, he stopped, turned around to face her and asked, "Yes?"
"It is better to die in love than live without it." She closed the gap between them and kissed him.

[Checkinder]

X

Star Struck X Radiation

Radiation is mine, and Star is Corn Snake's. We made them a couple. If you want, I can post their story soon.

[Zeee]

-- X --

I sighed, sitting on the curb. I squinted my eyes at the rain as I looked up, it pelting me softly.

I felt footsteps behind me and got up, trying not to look like an idiot. When I turned, Caroline gave me a soft smile. I smiled at the ground, secretly showing that I was relieved to see her. "Hey." She said, biting her lower lip and shrugging- for no reason- with ease.

I chuckled lowly and met her eyes. "Hey." They were glued and we were left in silence for several seconds until we both finally looked away. "So..." She said, looking around, obviously trying to avoid my eyes. I sat and she sat next to me a few seconds later, and we were again left in silence.

"You know, I-" I paused, unsure of what I was actually going to say. She gestured for me to continue with listened eyes. I nodded, being the over-easily distracted person I was, and tried my best to continue without further interuptions. "I've liked you forever. Honest. I was barely still alive by the time you and Jeremy broke up..." She nodded, thinking I would continue, but after yet another brief moment of silence, she gave word.

"I see.." She said in that awkward tone I knew very well. "I-" She paused and put a hand on my knee, setting off smiles between both of us. "I didn't actually like Jeremy that much, he became such a jerk." I nodded, listening quietly, letting her know I was listening. "I just thought that It'd help me get over you. I thought you didn't like me."

I stopped her. "I did. All the time. I was afraid to admit it.

She shivered. I bit my lower lip and, before she said she was cold, took my sweatshirt off. Even though her house was only a few away from here, I gave it to her anyways and she accepted it willingly.

We stared at eachother for a long moment, smiling in silence.

It was this simplistic moment I waited for all my life. And it couldn't have ended better.

[thricewire]

x

rachana and ???

I'm not about to be hated;
but I'm not about to be manipulated.
boy
it's slowly driving me insane
I'm not just another toy on that wooden shelf
I'm not just going to let this happen,
I am myself
so, yeah boy
don't manipulate me
just let me be
it breaks my heart
when did this all start
you used to be my friend
picked me up when it might never end
you used to love me too
so why leave me in shades of blue
my fur is streaked with a single tear
to see that marble you gave me was more then I could bear
boy
please love me again

[.a m a r y l l i s.]

@Boulevard: Love it, m'dear. As charming as always ♥

I can smell the death on the sheets
Covering me
I can't believe this is the end
---
You cried, wolf
The tears, they soaked your fur;
The blood dripped from your fangs
You said, "What have I done?"
You loved that lamb
With every sinful bone,
And there you wept alone,
Your heart was so contrite;
---
I can hear You whisper to me,
"It's time to leave,
You'll never be lonely again."

Deathbed by Reliant K

[Zear]

The Young Lady / / The Angel


My Angel
My Angel
It was a cool winter’s night when I saw the bright colour of orange in the snow. I was curious to see what sort of thing someone could have thrown out that was such a beautiful colour. What I saw was a young lady, with blue lips lain out in the snow. I gave a gasp of surprise; I didn’t think that my first person to take up the heavens would be such a young girl. If she had didn’t fall in the snow, she would be full of life for many years to come. I took pity on the girl; I didn’t want to end such a young and innocent life.
Where have you gone?
I helped her up, letting my body heat seep into her. I hoped that that would be enough to wake her from the internal sleep she was near. She gave a few shivers and I smiled. She was awakening. I stared at the pale creature stirring in my arms, my heart filled with so much joy in my heart I couldn’t express it in words. She opened her eyes, still shivering from the cold. They were a beautiful light green. I was mesmerized by them and the young lady seemed to be just as enthralled with mine. I had to break the contact quickly, I helped her up on her feet, I spoke in a kind tone. “Where do you live young lady?”
My Angel
My Angel
The young one grasped my hand with hers, dragging me along till we reached a normal house alit with lights. I could see the people inside running around franticly, as if they were searching for something important. I released the young ladies hand, “Return home young lady.” My voice was stern yet kind and the young lady understood. She ran to his house her limps still shivering with cold. Strangely enough I felt sad as she left me.
One without wings,
“Idiot! Your job is to bring the fallen souls of mortals to heaven not to let them live on!” I was getting yelled at by the leader of my squadron. I was in trouble for helping the young lady because my duty was to watch her end. After the boss finished his yelling, I left to go on another mission with my head still filled with thoughts of the young lady.
My Angel
My Angel
The time I spent in my world of bliss was much more time in the realm of mortals. My eyes examined the redone houses and slightly new surroundings. My wings were pressed tightly to my sides, I knew for a fact that in this world, wings were only known on birds. I felt weird, the form that I was decided as in this reality was different, the golden marks on my body were covered and glowing skin was dimmered. In my first venture to this strange place I had worn nothing but my original garb from my realm. That was another thing that I was lectured about by my mentor.
Your smile makes me smile,
I completely my job quickly, helping the soul of a dying homeless person pass on from hid world. It was easy because the person did not have any sort of duty or promise holding them back. I was curious about the girl; I was in the area in which I returned her. I walked down the streets, glancing at the new snow. Resisting my urge to return to the girl I sat in the fresh snow, a feeling of numbness ran through me as I did. This what cold feelings like, I was thinking. My realm had nothing of the sort; it was cloaked eternal warmth, just like the mortals summer. I melted the snow in my paws and washed off the makeup covering my inhuman glow and covering my golden marks.
My Angel
My Angel
I heard a gasp near me. I was startled and looked up. I was even more surprised than the girl standing before me, it was the young lady. I could tell by her long orange hair, my heart pounded in my chest, she wasn’t as young as before. She seemed to have aged a few years from being a young lady. I stood up and prepared to leave but the girl clutched onto the fabric on my back, I pulled away but the child had a strong grip and the sweater ripped. My wings were revealed and the girl smiled, her eyes were wide with worship for me. I was surprised that she even remembered my face; she was classed as a young child in her world at our first meeting. She spoke her mouth forming words, “You’re an angel.” Her voice was ragged compared to the voices of people from my realm, in my world everyone voice was beautiful and clear as bells. I identified what she addressed me by as the name the people from her world called us.
I can’t find you,
I didn’t know what to do, the most common course of action to deal with a human that identified you as unworldly was to kill them quickly and clam their souls. I didn’t want to do that, my heart pounding in her company and I liked the feeling. He held her hand in mine and released her grip on my shirt. My heart pounded in protest as I spoke, “You are mistaken.” My voice was clear and I adjusted my expressed to seem disbelieving of what she thought I was. She stood there still staring as I started walking away.
My Angel
My Angel
My days passed without incident, I completely my duties again and again but my thoughts were always on that girl. I imaged that she would be in the in the adolescent stage of her species short life. My heart still pounded as my thoughts turned to her, it was odd. It has only done something such as this when I have been running. I didn’t of pursed the matter and just thought of that my heart was behaving oddly, I was afraid of whatever answer I would get. My next job was in her area once again, I was scared at what may persist if I would meet her.
I think I love you,
I arrived in the area; I was supposed to end another poor soul that was trapped in the snow. The snow was cold, and my body was chilled by the harshness of this world’s current winter. Seeing that no one was out, too busy basking in the heat of their furnaces in their homes, I let my wings out of my human made tunic. I wrapped them around my body, grateful for the extra heat. I walked toward the location indicated my map that I was given before. He pace was slow; I didn’t care much for killing for the souls I was sent to get. I arrived at my destination and froze in spot. In the snow was a large amount of orange hair. It was odd, I felt my emotions spike up and takes over my actions. I knelled to her side and removed her from the snow with inhuman speed. I could help but feel droplets of water dripping from my eyes; most humans did the same thing when dying.
My Angel
My Angel
I candled her in my arms, willing my body heat would warm her and revive her from this sleep. She wasn’t stirring and I could feel my face growing wetter. It was strange, I never heard of any of my kind being controlled by emotion alone. She stirred and I would hear my heart beat with happiness. Her lips were still tinged with blue but her eyes opened. Her beautiful light green eyes were hazy as she looked at me. “Mmmy Angggel.” Her voice shook as she spoke. “M-m-y Guardian Angel.” I was surprised of what she addressed me as; she seemed to think as her protector. It was understandable because I have saved her life before, it made my heart beat much faster.
Why must you leave?
I could feel her body start to become limp in my arms, I stared into her eyes, the green started to become glazed. She was dying. I started pinning the blame on myself irrationally, like I could have been there sooner. The thoughts kept rolling around in my head as I leaned my head on her small form and wept. Water dripped from the cheeks and melted the snow on the ground. I could feel my body going number as I sat there; I was only awakened by a shriek of terror. It was another person that shared the young ladies orange hair. Water fell from her cheeks too, mourning the loss of the mortal. I stood up and let the older lady of my ladies kin rush up to her. I felt nothing as I heard the older lady’s anguished crying.
My Angel
My Angel
I watched from a distance as the mortals begin their ritual to the dead. They placed my lady in a hard wood container and set to placing it in a hole. A man dressed in ridiculously colourful robe set to saying a few things as dirt was placed over the box she was enclosed in. After the dirt was placed over it the people left, most of them with droplets of water streaming down their faces. I walked toward the stone that was placed beside the disturbed earth. It listed her name and her lasting time. I could feel fresh tears dripping from my eyes and my heart aching inside my chest; it was beating at a steady pace, unlike before when it was sped up. I stared at the picture of her inscribed on the stone. I felt as if nothing more would be right in my reality. I felt like I had nothing more left, I felt empty. I kneeled to the ground letting my hands dig into the ground, the will to return to my will and return to the job I once took pleasure in was gone. I wanted to rest along with my lady, atlas I knew it was impossible. My kind lived with eternal life. I touched the stone that was labeled with my ladies information and I idea struck me. I willed by body to transform, to morph into a new substance. My will was complete and I was the mirror image of myself but in stone. My joints started to freeze in place and I closed my eyes.
Goodbye…

[revenmoore]

[The Sunxx] And [The Moonxx]

She always went on about her love for him, the sun. But in reality the sun was her own reflection dazzling her wide eyes. She realized this was the truth and set out for herself, ripping apart everything in her wake. She turned the true sun into dust, weakened by the heartbreak and pain he had suffered. He became inconsolable, and hid away from sight. She continued uprooting everything in her wake, without a care for anyone. She took in those she felt she could fix up to her standards.


[The Starsxx]

As they watched she continued to burn up and sear everything in her path, but she left one thing untouched- a small gray and gloomy cloud. Now, she thought that she had gotten to that cloud, ripped it to pieces. Well that is untrue, the cloud was already gloomy and grumpy long before the Moon's rampage, and she continued that normal anger, except she held extra loathing for the Moon. The cloud finally decided enough was enough, and decided to cut all ties with the Moon as she no longer needed it. But she wanted the stars as well, and strove to get them back. To no avail. She continued her efforts, just hoping and hoping she could get through to them, and then still to no avail.

And then finally, she realized she was just like the sun. Striving for something out of her reach and only thinking of herself. She decided that she didn't need the stars moon or the sun. She needed what she had and nothing more. And well, that was exactly what she needed.


{The Cloud On the Outside and Insidexx}


{Sorry if it's not that great- just a veny story I thought I'd post here.}