Like You

stopping you?” The question left my lips followed by a fast sip of my home made iced vanilla latte. She cracked her knuckles and rested her elbows on her knees and her face in her hands. It was a simple question that provoked a rather complicated answer. “Have you ever wanted for something so deeply, you would die looking for it, but you don’t even know where to begin your search?” Her head rose from her hands and she talked quickly. “It feels almost as if you’re missing something, like you forgot

Development I class at the time, doing what we usually do. Nothing. “I know you can make some spare time on your normal, non-busy Saturday to join us.” “Nope,” he denied for the seventh time. He was lying down on the table, with his typical left earbud in, trying to get some sleep in before our next class. “I told you already, I hate being involved in your little group activities, which by the way be boring as hell, and wish you would stop including me in them.” See what I mean by when I say he can be

“Y/n, when I said I wanted to hang out with you, this is not what I had in mind.” Hoseok sat in his stool, freaking out with all the wires stuck onto his head and several parts body with simple slabs of gel attached to each one of them. You tore of your headphones, and faced him with your bottom lip childishly protruding out, “Come on Hobi, you promised.” “Yeah, and now I’m terrified.” You walked toward him with a notepad in hand and softly smiled at his scared state. “I really need this data

“Well, you have every talent right? So that means you already know my feelings,” Komaeda shot a glare at Hinata, his gaze unwavering, “why would i have to say them out loud?” “While I have a good idea, I-I’m not.. 100% sure,” Hinata was getting slightly irritated with Komaeda. It seemed like, no matter how many hospital visits he plans, they’ll never be able to go back to how they once were. “Besides, sometimes it’s better to admit it yourself.” “Hmm? Really? Because if so, then you should know

Stranger. He still sat in the back of the bus, gazing thoughtfully at his phone. Steve walked down the bus aisle to the same seat he had sat in the previous day, and just then, as he sat down, he heard a resounding ringtone from the back seat, “Yes, I like piña coladas and gettin’ caught in the rain, I'm not much into health food, I am into champag-” Steve had to stifle a laugh from behind his hand, passing it as a fit of coughs. The catchy, if somewhat cliché ringtone was cut short when The Stranger

Instead, you heard rapid gunfire off into the distance as it gradually drew near. “Hyung! Just say it! I honestly do not feel like dying today!” You heard the second oldest of the task force, J. Wu, shout. Before you could antagonize J.J some more, the sounds of tires squealing could be heard, which meant that your members just turned the corner. With a pretty little smirk painted across your lips, you lifted the heat-seeking missile launcher and rested

The sky became a lilac purple as the sun dimmed and fell behind the horizon. It looked like magic, the purple sky was such a rare thing; it probably was magic. At least that was what Elizabeth thought, science never appealed to her, she loved fiction and she loved the thought of another world where magic existed. She knew there was a scientific reason for its pastel purple hue but she really didn’t care about that explanation. Elizabeth’s long white-dyed hair fell over her face as she looked down

“You don’t understand.” Marta had heard Maria whisper, as Fernando pushed her back to see her puffy red face. Marta’s hands had started sweating as a wave of heat enveloped her. She’d felt her eyes widen. Maria had never opposed anything Fernando said. “One evening Sonia couldn’t take Marta’s wailing no more. Sonia knew Marta was just hungry and I too, was crying. She looked at me and pulled me to her. She hugged me and said she loved me. She said she’d give her life for me and with that, she left

“I am truly sorry, Miss, but I was just…”Which sounded like bullshit when he said it. He knew it. He was wearing a brown raincoat, and a pair of muddy boots. A standard appearance of a vagrant. “Yea, you were just accidentally lying in front of my door and slept for an entire two hours? That is convincing.” The girl didn’t buy his apologize. She sniffed, folded her arms, with a disdainful expression on her pretty face. “Now, get lost!” She shouted. He looked up at the sky, it was completely dark

side to him. He would always say things like, “You can just text me tomorrow morning since you are going to Kacie’s, I am not going to have to beg for you to text me back.” This should have been my first red flag. Instead of investigating why it would make him so angry when I would spend time with anyone other than him, I just replied with my usual, “Alex, honey, you know I love you more than the stars. If you would rather me come home and spend time with you, that’s what I will do.” Often, I would