You stand in the presence of Daenerys Stormborn of House Targaryen. Rightful heir to the Iron Throne. Rightful Queen of the Andals, the Rhoynar and the First Men. Protector of the Realm. The Mother of Dragons. The Khaleesi of the Great Grass Sea. The Unburnt. The Breaker of Chains.
walked to school, winding up being 15 minutes early just so I could avoid
Stiles. I also didn’t even try to dress cute. I wore dark skinny jeans because
that’s all that was clean and a zip up maroon jacket. I didn’t even bother
wearing a shirt underneath because I didn’t feel like going to school. The top
half of my hair was rolled into a bun to keep it out of my face. Other than
that and a pair of shoes, I felt pretty good about even making it out of the
first period wasn’t with Stiles, but it was with Scott. When I got in, he
watched me the entire walk to my seat. Seeing him now, I felt guilty for making
Have you ever wondered what they were thinking. Those people on the edge of the building, or beside a hanging bridge. Who they thought of, what it feels like to have no hope, to abandon all will, to leave everything behind, willingly. What drove their unhinged mind to further ruin themselves with their own dark thoughts.
Sometimes. It’s nothing. Sometimes nothing crosses the mind. And that nothingness became numbness, and that numbness became sorrow. Often, incomprehensible. However, sometimes… It’s everything.
Jongin stood by a handrail of the bridge in the middle of the night, accompanied by soft inviting wind, trying to coax him away from the edge. But he doesn’t listen. His face was unreadable, they were stoned. Every each of his features reveals nothing, but having both of his hands in his hair as he yank his own chin up to the dark night sky showed that he was troubled. Very troubled.