I want to love you without clutching, appreciate you without judging, join you without invading, invite you without demanding, leave you without guilt, criticize you without blaming, and help you without insulting. If I can have the same from you, then we can truly meet and enrich each other.
When someone becomes a part of you, what do you do? What do you do when you genuinely miss a person after an hour of being apart? When you know they can’t talk but you think you’ll burst if you can’t tell them something funny you just thought of? And what happens when every day that passes is another day closer to the day they leave you? I wrote you a song back in October, and the end of it goes like this:
“I never saw you coming And when I see you go It’ll kill me I never saw you coming And now I never wanna see you go Do you ever wish you had a time machine I just have to know What shade of grey my sky will be The day you leave Without me”
Sleepless Sundays really are a thing I guess.
i want to know what the fuck happened to alec and magnus in the parallel universe. did they get together??? did magnus leave immediately after the whole portal thing happened?? did they have a fling?? did they get married?? have kids?? grow old together??? i need answers
Well, here we are. It’s been quite the journey, and I hope you’ve all enjoyed it, especially you, @peetabreadgirl! There’s a strong chance I’d be crying in the corner over something fic related without you in my life. Clearly, you’re my Johanna. ;-) The story will be up on AO3 and FF.net in its entirety by the end of the week. I’ve been posting chapters five at a time, so if you follow me over there, I apologize for the flood of notification e-mails. Will make one more post here once it’s complete on the other sites. Smutty MCSmutterson out!
“Do you think they’ll serve pie?”
“Don’t eat the strawberry if they do. Just to be safe.” I smother my laughter at this and lean back against the trunk of the apple tree I scaled half an hour ago, the speakers below me unaware of my presence.
The funny thing about gossip and scandal is that it’s a stupid, fickle thing. Two years after I returned to Twelve Willows to propose a joint Daily Fix and bakery franchise to Peeta and ask him out for real, so much has already changed, and yet so much remains the same.
the worst part is, I didn’t do anything to cause you to leave me. I didn’t betray you, wrong you, or harm you. and this is worse, because it means that you just decided one day that I wasn’t worth having anymore.
They warned me about Harry. How he was magnetic, how you wouldn’t know how he had you wrapped around his finger until it was much too late. Much like how the moon pulled the ocean, he pulled you right to him.
I was warned and I proceeded without caution.
And now it was too late.
I watched him roll out of my bed, running a hand through his hair before stretching. His back muscles rippled and I noticed the scratch marks etched into his skin by my own nails the night before. He turned towards me as he pulled on his jeans and when he saw I was awake he offered me a small smile. “Sorry, love. Did I wake you?”
“Were you going to leave without saying goodbye?”
“Thought you deserved to sleep in, I know you haven’t had a proper night’s sleep in a while.”
That was true, but what Harry didn’t know was that I was having trouble sleeping because he wasn’t in bed beside me. “I didn’t know you’d be leaving so early.”
“You’re gone, my dad’s gone and Nate’s acting weird. Where are you? Why don’t you call? Why did you leave without saying goodbye? You’re supposed to be my best friend. I miss you so much. Love, Blair.”