She bent over the limp form of her husband, her soul, crying silently. "Please, Noah, I'm begging you. We're begging you. Please wake up, for us, please…" she pleaded. She bent to kiss him, one hand pressed up against his cheek, softly stroking his prone lips, the other cradled underneath the large swell of her stomach. Dirt and tears streaked her face and her once white gown revealed just how pregnant she really was. Kneeling beside him, she tore the hem of her dress and used the rags to blotch at the crimson blood that stained his face. "Noah, please," She cried, swiping at the tears that dashed down her face. "I love you."
Above her, the
"Dylan was my rock and my saviour," I said through the microphone. "Dylan was one of my best friends. He listened to all of my petty woes, hugged me when I was crying and treated me like I was an adult. He protected me; he loved me and selflessly put everyone else before himself. He is the best person I've ever known and I'm grateful to have my saviour as my brother. Though I guess he's my guardian angel now. I'll forever love him."
I took my seat in between Morgan and Aidan, who grabbed my hand. "That's was beautiful," he whispered.
"Thanks," I answered, flashing him a smile. The congregation stood up to commemorate Dylan and I whispered
That night, I sat down at the edge of the water where Jazz had sat with my brother as he died. I stared out it, listening to it crash and break at my feet. I felt insanely calm and almost happy.
I finally understood.
My brother's last breaths had been here, my beautiful 18-year-old brother that had sat with me countless times, whispering in my ear fantasies of princesses and princes. My brother that had loved me unconditionally and protected me fiercely. My brother that was selfless and full of life. I stared at my hands, at the rings that were Dylan's and Jazz's wedding rings, a symbol of the vows of love they would have exchanged.
I hadn
The commotion outside woke me.
I stumbled outside, tousling my hair and smoothing my pyjamas. "What's wrong?" I saw the ghastly police officers again, in their blue uniforms. The same officer with the vivid curly red hair sat beside my mother, holding her hand. Mum's eyes were wide open, a shocked look on her face, though she showed no signs of crying.
"Samantha, did you talk to Jazmine Groves last night?" Another police officer had his notebook in hand.
"Sure," I swallowed.
"What passed during your conversation? Sit down, this is quite serious. Tell me all about your conversation." The man sounded urgent, so I followed his instruct
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I was sitting on Aidan's and my beach staring out at the dark water when Jazz found me that night. It had to be about midnight. Her eyes were red-rimmed and puffy just like mine, too, and she sat down next to me and grabbed my hand.
"Hey," I murmured lowly.
"Hey," she whispered. "How are you going?"
"I'm okay," I sighed. "I'm still getting over the shock But life moves on. How about you?"
"I hate myself," Jazz sniffed.
"Jazz " I whispered, looking up at her.
"Yeah?" she asked.
"Jazz, don't blame yourself. He chose to save you because he loved you. He died to save you, Jazz. Th
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"Fuck!" Morgan cried, waking me up from my peaceful, oblivious slumber.
"What, Morgan?" I asked sleepily, yawning as my eyes adjusted to the light from the sun rising across the water.
"Fuck, Sam, we slept out here all night! Mum and Dad are going to be pissed!" he said, standing up and dusting himself off. His pants were wet from the water, and when I looked down at myself, my legs were blue from the cold, the bottom of my mini-shorts darkened.
"Crap," I mentally hit my head on a brick wall. "Crap, Morgan!" I started to cry.
"H
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I returned to the campsite in ecstasy. I had my first boyfriend and I felt insanely loved- and lucky. Not only did I have the boyfriend from heaven, I had my parents, and Morgan, and Jazz, and more importantly, I had Dylan. Dylan, who would grin with me and want to be introduced and trade stories of best kisses.
I tripped into the covered section of the tarp, where I found my parents and Morgan, sitting with two police officers in blue. Mum was sobbing harshly, Dad holding her close like she was about to break into a million pieces with a distraught expression,
"Hey, Sam!" Morgan called that evening.
"What up?"
"The sky, the clouds You get it," Morgan rolled his eyes. "Are you going to the bonfire tonight?"
"Yeah, I am," I answered, shyly twisting a piece of my hair around a finger.
"Good," Morgan grinned. "Wouldn't want my little sister to miss out on all the fun!"
The bonfire was an annual thing the park held on the beach for the teenagers. Nobody supervised; the caretakers relied on the older teens keeping everybody in check. It was a night full of talking, drinking, partying and living life to the fullest. Aidan had already asked me to come so he had somebody sober to hang out with- G
She bent over the limp form of her husband, her soul, crying silently. "Please, Noah, I'm begging you. We're begging you. Please wake up, for us, please…" she pleaded. She bent to kiss him, one hand pressed up against his cheek, softly stroking his prone lips, the other cradled underneath the large swell of her stomach. Dirt and tears streaked her face and her once white gown revealed just how pregnant she really was. Kneeling beside him, she tore the hem of her dress and used the rags to blotch at the crimson blood that stained his face. "Noah, please," She cried, swiping at the tears that dashed down her face. "I love you."
Above her, the
So peeps, I was tagged by the one and only bluelippedbrelly (https://www.deviantart.com/bluelippedbrelly). Let's get started...
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Hey guys, Merry Christmas!
Well, today is the 25th and so far I have scored! I hope you are lucky as I in the present area and enjoy your day!
Wishing you a fantabulistic day and a happy New Year, now that we have survived Armageddon. ;)
Love always,
~R
Hey guys,
It's been a pretty busy term and I'm glad that it's coming to a close in a day's time. Actually, I feel like screaming with excitement because summer's come!
I also have a new little family member; we got a black poodle puppy named Shadow. He's super gorgeous, but I have bite marks on my fingers. (His baby teeth are sharp!)
Not much news, but I have recently released the collab I and GeeGee98 (https://www.deviantart.com/geegee98) are writing named The Yearbook. G2G, I'll update later!
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You can't see but I'm kinda freaking out because I see a birthday notification type thing and your name there and I'm like oh my gosh so I gave a Llama because I don't know PLEASE DONT HATE ME
Omg so I have literally been absent for the past two years and I am going through my computer and randomly logged back on to this place- so many memories are being brought back rn and I see this and you are adorable for even being worried please don't hate me