pumpkin-milk

I feel empty inside. My chest aches. Is it okay for me to feel like this... or am I just being selfish? Lapis Lazuli has been gone for who knows how long. She told me she was going to visit the Earth to see the ocean. She didn't know how much time she would take, but I told her it was okay. As long as she came back. She didn't. Days come and go. I can no longer tell how much time it has been. I always keep a diamond communicator by my side. I use it everyday, sometimes more than once a day. I keep my hopes up, even if I never get a response back. Sometimes I lose the motivation to try and reach out. I make myself anyway. That's what you d

The small house is quiet during the evening. It's only occupied by two children, ages five and ten, and nobody else. She is asleep in the bed. And he is writing in his journal at the desk. The pages are illuminated by a dim, flickering candle. Armin sighs after he finishes his daily entry. He closes the book, places his quill in the ink bottle, and sits back in his chair. The room he and his younger sister share is mostly empty- just one bed, one desk, and a chest of drawers to store clothes. He shifts in his chair to look across the room, at the little person bundled up in the blankets. ________'s face is so youthful. Skin so clear and spi

London Bridge played in the distance, barely heard. It was either that of a child’s voice, or the wind carrying the eerie tune. _________ was only aged three years, playing in the street, alone. She giggled to herself. Her curls bounced as she pranced around, oblivious to her surroundings. Suddenly there was a man riding a white horse. The man's identity is forever unknown. This horse, gaining power and strength as it galloped faster and faster, carried the man over __________. It struck her on her right side with its right forefoot. It went by so fast,  _________ didn't remember a thing. Only a trail of a glowing blue following the mo

He's the one you told everything to. He's the one you went everywhere with. He's the one you saw everyday. You can't bring yourself to say his name anymore. Even writing or reading it reminds you of the hurt. But why? Why now? It's bound to happen once or twice, three times a charm. You're never going to find the right person the first try. * * * * * He's the one you met in middle school, three years before high school. Both of you were sitting in the front office one day. Just you and him, no other children. The only sounds were the phone ringing every once in awhile, the faint voices of teachers, and the TV on low volume. You looked at

a/n please read the description first! "You have to do something about this. This is your own fault." "I know it is... but I'm scared." "What is wrong with you?" "I don't know, I don't fucking know anymore." * * * * * I watch all the students from my safe spot, a corner where I can see everyone, but they can't see me. There are so many people out there. Yes, I'm on the volleyball team, but why does everyone assume I'm friends with every player? I'm only there because of Kuroo. I don't fit in with those guys at all. I'm awkward, quiet, I like to play video games... I want to try and meet someone who I can be myself with. But I know I have

It starts with one drop patterning against the window. Then another. More quickly fall to create rain. Inside, lay a couple sound asleep in their shared bed. Their hushed breaths fill the room. The house is silent otherwise. Francis makes the first move. You awake to the mattress sinking beneath you. You feel the weight of his head on your stomach. You open your eyes- your sight exposed to the dim lighting. You don't want to move, warm and cozy in the blankets. Francis' locks are tangled across your chest. He moves up closer to you, so that is head is resting on chest. You hug him close and wrap your legs around his waist. The wrinkled she

One tear comes trickling down. Then two. Soon enough, I lose control of them. I am crying like a child. So pitiful, so pathetic. No one can ever see me like this. In the comfort of the darkness of my tent, I am curled up in the corner, hiding from the world. Chrom, ________, even Noire wouldn't understand. The pain takes over and I don't realize how loud I am crying. Noisy whimpers and breaths escape my lips as my pounding headache worsens. Then, there's footsteps. They come from outside. I shut up and listen, praying nobody heard. "Tharja?" ________'s voice. I don't want her to come any closer. "Tharja... I know you're in here." I rema

I wake up with a horrible rumbling in my stomach. Is it hunger? Pain? What time is it? My mouth waters. Coffee. Sugar cubes. Coffee. It isn't holding me up anymore. There is a sweet smell. It makes me want to cry. You are next to me in bed. All the moonlight shines upon you, as if you are the only one. Tears well up in my eyes. "Whatever you do, never date a human," Nishki once told me. My stomach rumbles. Am I going to die? Are you going to die? I am so close to you. My breathing brushes against your neck. I watch as your eyes flutter beneath your lids. My breathing stops. A single tear splashes onto your bare shoulder. "Kaneki..."