sometimes i wonder if i am really 17

Dialogue Prompts

1) “You will not ruin everything I have worked so hard to build. I got away from you dammit, I got away and you have the nerve to come back and ask for my forgiveness?”

2) “Surrender.” “I can’t do that, not after what you’ve done. You’ve destroyed a city.” 

3) “Look at what you’ve done.” “I see it, now love, what you just can’t seem to grasp,” he shouted, banging his fist on the table, “is that I. Don’t. Care.“

4) “I’m not that person anymore, I left that life behind.”

5) “Forgive me, please.” “You don’t deserve to be forgiven.”

6) “How dare you believe you could do this to me?”

7) “I will laugh over your grave.”

8) “When I was younger I believed in fairies and magical creatures because I believed they would protect me. Now I believe them because I know they won’t.”

9) “I can’t be here anymore, I’m leaving tomorrow, I’m sorry.”

10) “She abandoned me.”

11) “I told you, we do this and there is no going back. This decision is forever.”

12) “I am not him. I will never be like him.”

13) “I swear to god, don’t you ever come near me again.”

14) “You just had to come to me! Me! In the middle of the night to go traipsing through the woods!”

15) “We need a key, does anyone have a key?” “No one told us we needed a key!” “Wait, we need a key?” “Wow, guys, we’re really bad heroes.”

16) “I’m sorry you had to go through that, but it’s over now.”

17) “Sometimes I wonder why I can’t remember yesterday.”

18) “Now is not the time for cupcakes!”

19) “I’m sorry I couldn’t protect you …” 

20) “I have to go home, someone needs me.” 

The boy on the bus

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Summary: Everyday on the way to school Dan stares at a boy who looks around his age and is perfect for him, and Dan has managed to fall in love with him without even saying a word to him. He wants to get to talk to him, but he is too scared to get up the courage, until one day his mouth speaks up for him.

Every morning he is there. The boy on the bus. And he is perfect. Always in the same seat, looking out the window, his brightly coloured headphones in and tapping his finger against his leg to the beat. I don’t know what he listens to, but I’d like to find out. I always sit two rows behind him, so I don’t get to hear. I don’t even know his name. But I know other things about him.

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