Breath, Eyes, Memory

However, the image of Jane’s pale face would not be erased from my memory. I wish she was ugly like me, for I was a fat, pudgy boy who engorged himself on food, luxuries that I was entitled to. My figure is short and stout, with features too big and prominent on my face and body. My physician says that I am of poor health

of it.” I would not want to focus on the negative side of things. I wouldn’t want my last few days or months spent in sadness. Especially since I would probably be under a lot of stress anyways. No, I would want to make some of the most meaningful memories with those whom I love. Even if it’s in a hospital bed, rather than a vacation in Hawaii. As long as those I care about are there surrounding and supporting me, I would be

her eyes, unable to braked his gaze and come out for air. His brain had been working in overdrive, there were so many things he wanted to share with Puck that he simply didn't know where to begin. "I wasn't always like this you know." He confessed out of the blue. "I mean, I was very much persecuted by bigger kids in my school. I was a joke really. the poor, weird kid, with absentee parents." He stopped and caressed Puck's cheek while silently diving head first in his crappy childhood memories. He

consume your feelings in that half gallon of ice cream sitting in the freezer. While most break ups are emotional and hard to go through, this break up stings a little more. Your ex lives in the same town. Within these few miles you have shared many memories some

Silent tension hung in the as thick as the blanket of dust on the shelves. I edged forward and crossed my arms as Casmen left my side, and the eyes of the other people fell upon me. Casmen looked up at me.      "Sorry for lying to you," she said nonchalantly. I looked at the others, and I tried to will myself to speak, but no words came out. The person who was sitting in the armchair stood, his back was facing me.       "Welcome, lass." spoke the man with a turbid accent that was nearly unrecognizable

focus on my breathing. Deep and shaky breaths. And my stiff legs walk in. my hands are on fire as I walk. I wonder how Octavius was using my power. I was mad at this. These were my powers, thing would be easier if he couldn’t use them. Think of something else. Something else… That other family of three… the one I attacked…. No! Something else! There was nothing else. As I walked I tried to think of Hope, green eyes, red hair, and her attitude, but the memories were faint. I couldn’t remember them

His eyes were shallow and lost all sense of life “Hnak(In there)!” each of the men repeated I couldn’t see much through the pores of the cloth tightly wrapped around my eyes, but I could feel fear. Everyone was herded into seats, forced to sit in what felt like a damp minibus for hours. A roar of prayers echoed around me the entire time

the victims of his sick barbaric punishment, but when he looked up, his eyes were only on the woman he dearly loved. As their eyes meet a memory flashed between them like a spark of light move quickly before his eyes. “Please just run away with me.” he pleaded desperately her “I will die in there, your father will make sure of it.” “ You dare accuse my father of cheating his perfect system of retribution!” She took a deep breath and swallowed “I am doubtful that your punishment would be unfair, but

Street lights turn off one by one, my eyes slowly shut as if I'm going to sleep, my hands have no control of the steering wheel I noticed that my car's speed was gradually increasing,my eyes screwed shut in fear.The car swerves and drifts off the road and hits a tree.My head hits the middle of the steering wheel, my air bags do not deploy my stomach straining against my belt as I struggled to move.My eyes are shut but I can still hear, sirens of ambulances but barely could understand what others

the bottled rage they proudly owned. You knew too much. Nothing could ever be the same again. “I never should have left you,” You didn’t have to see the source to know who those words came from. It barely took an instant to recall the strain of memories, adrenaline consuming your veins, alcohol bringing extra life to the private show. On the outside, your face remained the same. On the outside, you were someone else. “And I should have never confessed to you.” “Y/N I’m