The reason I should date luhan is we’re both so different i would literally never keep quiet, never tell him to stop playing video games, never order the same shit in Starbucks, never stop him from buying watches even tho he already owns like 12. I would play football with him, and fight over Messi and CR7, I would tease the hell out of him and Lao Gao, and force him out of monotony. I don’t even know why I’m writing this but the least this poor lonely boy needs is a girl who keeps quiet and never speaks her mind and let’s him stick to his routinely as hell life. He needs a jolt of life and a reason to smile and to have fun and someone to fight him in FIFA and yell GOAL with and someone who dislikes cristiano Ronaldo because Lionel Messi is way fucking better #D10S and someone who could give him all the love in the world and bring him out of the shadows and out of his hotel room to look at the sun and feel the breeze and just stroll down Seoul streets without looking like a thorn little boy who’s been left abandoned. I don’t want him to ever feel as lonely as he probably did when he wrote Catch Me When I Fall. I want him to feel beloved every freaking day of his life, I want him to know he’s the reason why I get up in the mornings and go to school, because even though I’m a lazy ass, the effort he puts jnto his job and everything he does and has lived with inspires me to work hard for my dreams. He’s my role model in so many aspects, I admire him in so many ways and most important, I love that man in every form possible. He’s the definition of love to me. The sun. Sunlight. Sunshine. Just everything related with light and warmth and coziness. He’s my home. No matter what, he is where I belong.
The door of Eliza’s room was cracked as she laid on her bed, enjoying the quiet time away from everyone. There was nothing like the quietness to ease her mind after the first couple of busy months of being in an Asylum. Daniel was wonderful to her and she liked the mental state that she was in. The blonde ran her finger’s through her hair as she was recalling the rest of her life in her head and wondered if she ever were to be able to get out of here or if she even wanted to. She was happy and at peace with herself. But that didn’t subside the fact that something felt off, something wasn’t quite right. She had been having morning sickness for the past two weeks and she didn’t understand why. Eliza thought back to the events that could have led to her feeling this way. Perhaps it was the cafeteria food and she had food poisoning? Then she casually remembered that she hadn’t gotten her period in at least a few weeks and this made her sit up. She thought back to the first time that her and Danny had, had sex and remembered that they didn’t wear a condom, which was making her internally freak out. All of a sudden before she knew it she felt her cheeks flush and her stomach churn over and do a flop, she quickly got off of her bed, covering her mouth in the process, as she ran over to the nearest trash can she could find, which was in the corner of her room near the door. Without further a due she vomited into the trash can and after that the feeling of nausea left, as if she didn’t feel it at all. She heard footsteps approach her door as she groaned hoping that the person wouldn’t feel the need to peak their head in, she didn’t want anyone to see her like this.