This is the most heartbreaking thing I have ever written and I am so sorry for this. I can’t even tell you how much I cried while reading this after it was written, I swear I feel like this is one of the worst and the best things I have written. And I am sorry. I LOVE JOE SO MUCH ALRIGHT.
fading sound of the clock was waving off more and more as Y/N’s
mind was drifting off to a complete different world. She took in a
deep breath but it all felt different. The atmosphere was unlike
before. Before it had happened. Before the world took him away from
everyone. From her. Her eyes darted over the framed picture of them
both hanging on the wall. And the memories were stumbling through her
mind. The sound of his laugh felt so clear and near. Her skin was
burning from the image that she had in her mind. And when someone
knocked on the door, she jumped out of her ideal world, where he was
there with her. It took a moment for her to get up on her feet and
push on the door knob, allowing a familiar face to smile up at her.
Y/N was about to smile back but her eyes fell on the box that
this person was holding. “I’m sorry to bother you but I had to give
you something.” And with that, Y/N stepped to the side to let
her friend Zoe inside her flat. “You’re not bothering me, Zo.” Y/N admitted as she closed the door behind her and stepped
closer, eying the box hesitantly. “What is that?” She asked, her
heartbeat increasing as the heavy thoughts were banging through her
head. “I knew he would have wanted you to have it.” Zoe said, her
fingers brushing against the lid as she took a deep shaky breath
before carefully placing it on the counter that was near her. And Y/N stepped closer again, darting a hand over the box, her
fingers shaking as the image was back in her mind. And with the look
that she gave her, it didn’t took long for Zoe to leave the flat,
without saying a word. Her eyes wouldn’t leave what was now in front
of her and after what seemed like ages, she lifted the lid up
carefully. She had told him that she would keep breathing until her
heart stopped if he had to leave this world before her but now, as
she was eying what she had left from him, her breath was almost stuck
in her throat.
She watched the several items and hesitated before
reaching out to grab the first thing that had caught her eye. And
this time, she smiled as the memory floated back in her mind and she
closed her eyes for a few minutes before reopening them and putting
the piece of paper back to its place. She smiled again at the picture
that she was now holding, hearing his laugh that was like a sweet
melody in her ears as she was shouting out at him to catch her up if
he could. And her heart flinched at the next thing that she saw.
shaky hand took hold of it and she felt weak at the knees. It took
her a few moments before opening the smaller box that she was holding
tightly in her hand. She couldn’t stand still any more longer and
collapsed onto the ground as the item shinned in the reflection of
the lighting. She stared at it for a minute before taking it off the
small box that fell to the floor, the sound echoing in the flat. The
glowing diamond imprinted onto the silver circle reminded her of his
blue eyes when they were staring down at hers. Y/N wrapped her
fingers around the ring that was in the palm of her hand, holding
tightly as she pictured how everything should have happened. How that
ring belonged on her finger. How she was supposed to have his name.
And the repeating sound of the clock hit her ears as she stared at
the wooden floor, the image of Joe permanently imprinted in her
A new kind of silence fell across the room. A silence that
could pierce someone’s heart. A silence that could make angels cry. A
silence that could destroy anyone. Because if he was here, this
silence would tear his heart to pieces. But he sadly wasn’t and
wouldn’t be a part of this world anymore, despite the trail that he
had left on this earth. And so Y/N stood there, listening to that
tearful silence as she kept the precious object pressed against her
heart. The heart that had been beating for him and would always do.
So! After our first two weeks, some things have come to our attention!
One being that very few people really care about Duskwood.
As such, we’re going to be moving away from that, and focus on world-wide monster hunting. This is in hopes of collaboration with other people! Monster hunters are nothing without the people they’re trying to protect, right?
Can You Guess Which Descriptions of Female Characters Were Written By Male Authors?
You got 10 out of 13
Nice job! You could pick out a man’s description of a female character from a mile away. It’s like the world’s most specific (and probably least helpful) superpower. Good luck with all that, and remember: with great power comes great responsibility.
U posted this awhile ago but My relationship with my crush is the worst and best luck rolled into one. He liked me for two weeks before moving onto his present gf. He still thinks about me a lot. If his gf didn't exist, he'd be with me. He's leaving over summer to Sweden, half the world away from me—he will leave missing another girl, and I will leave knowing that he misses another girl. He told his gf that he might still like me. His gf doesn't really like him and I want him so badly. Help.
Why did he start dating her if he liked you? If he actually wanted to date you then he would break up with his gf (that’s the most logical solution right?). Also, he liked you for two weeks? To be honest, I don’t know much about love and stuff but that’s a pretty short while… It takes me 2-3 years to realize the fact that I like someone??? If his girlfriend doesn’t even like him and knows the fact that he might still like you then, why are they still dating? He kinda sounds like a jerk to me. I think that you can do better than that, but that’s just my opinion.
Sometimes it’s still so, so hard to believe that we became these people that are worlds away from each other now. Hard to believe that you were everything, you know? You had me at night and in the morning and every hour in between. It’s hard to love someone after they’ve shown you parts of themselves that don’t really fit with the rest of the picture that you’ve made for yourself, you know? Like, God, you really really hurt me but you’ve also made me so happy and how can you be both of those people at once? Where does it all fit? You made me question so much. You made me question all your love and every touch and the point is, really, that you can blame me for the distance and the timing all you want, but you’re still the one who turned themselves into a stranger. You’re still the one who made me wonder why I even wanted to stay at all.
the episode where Hurley and Sloane turned into a tree their final act of pure love so that they can live together away from the world in peace was the same episode that merle bragged that he could fuck any onion he wanted to.
He drove like nothing could stop him, the roads beckoned him closer and there was no end.
No end to the long night, the night that started at 2am and inevitably reached the early morning and the sunrise. The night we all drove around high off of teenage rebellion and green. The night we all confessed to each other our fears and our secrets and everything we were told to keep hidden away from the world, from everyone in it, but what ended up stumbling out of our throats into the night air.
That night, I told him how happiness was something temporary for me. Found in moments, and in people, but fading away as quickly as it came. I told him how I coated my face in powders and mascara to feel decent, to feel pretty. How without it looking at myself was a certain type of smothering pain, one I couldn’t explain.
He told me of acceptance. He told me how hard it was for him to come to the conclusion of loving himself, how hard it was for him to truly be okay with himself and everything he was. How his father had left him with bruises and his other relatives had left him with kids they weren’t capable of taking care of, due to their lack of reality lost in other types of powders, ones white and found on streets. He told me loving myself was the only way I would find real happiness, not in moments, but in everyday and in simple things. A permanent happiness rather than a temporary.
In this moment, sometime in the AM, I realized he was right. I couldn’t find happiness in moments, people, materialistic’s, or anything other than myself.
I took his hand and I let him guide me into the light, into the morning.