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No turning backNo turning back
As Lynera entered the house she could feel something was wrong. She came back to see her father after she had ran away from home. It was stupid to run away like that though it took her several weeks to realize this. Eventually guild had taken over and she had decided to go back, also because she didn't have anything to go to otherwise. Sure, with 24 years she was old enough to cope on her own, but she couldn't do this anymore to her father, which brought her back into the house she lived in. She looked around and sighed. Something didn't feel right. The neighbor that seen her walked up to her and was bold enough to step into the house as well.
"Lynera." He said, simply to get her attention. She on the other hand, walked into the living room. The man handed out his condolences when he saw her walking up to the house. She had heard him, but she refused to let the thought in. Her father couldn't be dead.
"The police cleaned it up as good as possible. They've been lo
Different Directions - ch.01Different Directions - Chapter 1
She remembered it so well. The moment she came back to town she came across an old neighbor. The man had walked over to her, recognizing who she was, and expressed his condolences. She had looked at him with a frown, unsure why he spoke to her like that. She ignored him and didn't reply or ask why he said that to her. Instead she walked up the property. She still had a key to the house where she lived. She was just away for a few weeks so why shouldn't she? It was completely silent when she walked in however. Her gut feeling told her something was wrong, that the man might be right, but she didn't want to believe that. Her father was all she had left. She still stood in the hall when the man gently touched her shoulder. She had barely processed his words and let herself be pushed further into the house. As she walked towards the living room she heard the door close and his soft footsteps follow her. Her eyes found a picture of her and
A Week Of KissesA Week Of Kisses
The first day I told you I loved you,
I imagined kissing your shoulder,
Well before I thought about your lips.
Because I don’t know what I am doing, firstly,
But more importantly,
It’s because I know things can spiral quickly,
If things start shifting
After we lay down the concrete.
So I kiss the foundation,
Before we reach the soil.
The second day I told you I loved you,
I imagined kissing your elbow,
Because it holds together the touch
And the flex.
To exhibit it,
I must kiss the joint that bends
And combines us together.
The third day I told you I loved you,
I lay my lips to your temples,
As I learned about the temple of reform,
For the Youth in North America.
Kissing you there signifying I will protect you,
As well as your temple,
As we re-form, into something more.
The fourth day I told you I loved you,
I’d kiss you softly on your forehead.
Because that’s what holds your brillian
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