“I-It’s the Key of my mother’s constellation.” I immediately smile at the gift and look at Nathan warmly with tears streaming down my cheeks, “Thank you so much, I absolutely love it.”
He mumbles, “No need to cry!” Nathan never liked it when I’d cry in front of him, even if it was something I loved. He never liked seeing me sad or mad, either. Nathan smirks—a smirk that I recognize very well—and says, “There’s something else, Nayln.”
“What more could you possibly give me?” I ask, feeling a warm feeling in my heart, getting hotter and hotter.
Nathan grabs the key and holds in his palm, then something in his eyes change. An emotion that looks so familiar, became real. I knew who this was and I instantly try to swipe the key from his hand, but it was too late. Nathan crushes the key into bits with his bare hands and releases the remains of the key onto the floor. My eyes widen in despair and shock as I felt the pain and cries of the constellation hurt me physically—once again. I fall to the floor and hold the one piece that showed how the constellation looked like near my heart. Tears run down my cheeks, showing him how much that key had meant to me, but I knew very well, he didn’t care. He smirks darkly, “Wake up.”
Everything starts to move. Nathan transforms himself into what he really is and the whole room turns black. I bolt up like a bullet from the bed and hold the light silk blanket over my chest as tears start to fall. I pant heavily, feeling the pain from the broken
“Nothing, there’s nothing more in this life I can ask for. You two have given me everything.”
Brodie’s very own wishing star! “Mama must have given me another star,” he thought with a smile.
“My only goal was to get both you and Skye out of the city and thanks to Crysta, I was able to fulfill that goal.” He glances briefly at me and blinks in gratitude before turning his granddaughter. He reaches out and touches Skye’s head, tears coming to his eyes. “The two people, I love most in this world, and you’re both safe and free. That’s all I’ve ever wanted.”
“You loved him! Didn’t you?” I can hear in his voice he is holding back tears.
"I don 't know; I mean, isn 't crying seen as a sign of weakness?"
With her hands tied up behind her back on a chair. A bright light turns on blinding Eleanor. She then sees the mysterious man. “You ruined everything, Eleanor. I had everything and now it’s all gone. It’s all your fault,” he said. He then comes out into the light and now Eleanor knew that this mystery man was no mystery at all, it was Richie. “What do you mean?” Eleanor said furiously. “Everything,” Richie shouted. “You took my family away from me. You know you were never my favorite. I always wondered what the problem was. Now I know all along it was you. If you weren’t here everything would be perfect right now,” he said. “I’m sorry I didn’t mean to ruin everything. I don’t do it on purpose” Eleanor said. He takes out a knife and stabs her immediately regretting it. Eleanor not knowing what to do next she just stares blankly. Richie panics untying her hands from the chair. He takes her outside. Richie sets her down on the side of the street and walks away leaving her
"What should I be doing with it then?" Makayla asks, lacing her fingers with the ones holding her arm to her body. She meets his beautiful light blue eyes in the mirror that are currently wandering her body. When the prince doesn't respond she moves her free hand to the side zipper of her dress, pulling it down. His
I look at the box and find a charm that looks like a book. It was blue and it was open halfway and had a bookmark at the top of it. The other charm would have a little golden heart that look liked a locked department. The very last charm I picked up would be a silver key that went with the golden heart lock. I smile and put them all in my palm of my hand and show them to the women behind the counter. “I want these ones
She couldn’t comprehend anything while her body came in contact with the cold marble. He was real. She opened her eyes and saw Ryan standing in the corner. He was looking at her with no emotion in his eyes and a smile creeping on his face. How could the doctor say this was all her imagination? How could he just be an illusion? Using all of the strength she had left, she opened her eyes again. Her father had returned home, his eyes filled with tears as he locked his sight over his daughter’s bloody wrists, he held her and hurriedly called for an ambulance. She could hear the sirens from the ambulance that was coming to her house, for her. Paramedics rushed her into the ambulance while her teary eyes searched in the secluded area where she last saw him but he wasn’t there. She could hear the sirens as it moved and made its way through the empty roads. But there was no use now, it was too late to finally understand that he wasn’t her saviour, he was her inner
Jackson couldn’t take it anymore, so he leaned down and kissed his heart broken partner in hopes to help him calm down. As he pulled away, there was no more yelling, screaming, just quiet sobs escaping the lips of Alex. “I know it’s tough… I can’t imagine what you could possibly be going through, but I’m right here. It’s going to be okay.”
Imagine your sole confidante, childhood playmate, personal comedian and physiologist disclosing your secrets to a stranger. Unfortunately, this stranger happens to be the person who enforce a form of punishment for the actions that were once a secret. Furthermore, this confidante is considered your friend. Does an instance of this friend disclosing your secret of immoral activities to a person of authority violate the success of the friendship? In fact, this act is not a violation of the laws of friendship. The ideas of friendship are subjective, and thus where you might think your friend’s actions are unjust, your friend is actually looking out for your best interest and security. Also, a good friend would not desire
Do you have friends? Most likely, you answered yes, but I’m asking do you have “true friends”? I use quotes because my understanding of the general populous concludes me to believe people don’t have real honest, genuine, friends. These superficial friendships I speak of lead to a disastrous chaos, betrayal, and most importantly: a broken heart. Friends are those who look out for each other, those who will abort any personal objective for you at the drop of a hat. These aspects show a real friend, these aspects describe Rachel Stephenson.
As we grow older, we meet new people and make new friendships. Out of all the people you meet there is always that one friend that you click with the most. That being said a best friend is someone you look out for and care for like sibling. As we grow older we have a perception of growing old and having your best friend by your side, but I came to the realization one morning that it is not true. I found out my childhood best friend past away from a drug overdose.
Friendship is weird. You select random strangers that have similar personality traits as you and then give them affection and plan activities that involves the other person. But before you were friends you were strangers — if you were to never cross paths or judged them the wrong way right off the bat — where would you be. My life has been affected in a way I will never really know why or how but it all started with my next door neighbor.
When you were still in the kindergarten, friends were the people who romped about with you, played mischievous tricks upon everyone. When you were getting bigger, perhaps at primary school, friends were the people who helped you in your homework, who sung with you at the school choir. Had you forgotten them? Had you betrayed them? Are you a good friend to your friends? A true friend would always tell you the truth, be you best partner when you need him, most of all, support you.