He strayed from his patrol, entering the forest that bordered the path. The red leaves of autumn crunched under his boots, the crisp air blowing in his face.
His blue eyes darted about, his mind wondering what on Earth possessed him to enter the woods. Unconsciously, he rubbed the wedding ring on his finger.
Sitting down at the base of a tree, taking off his standard police hat to rub his temples, he sighed and looked up at the now orange sky, the hue beautifully complimenting the red of the leaves at the treetops.
Just as he closed his eyes, a rustling was heard.
Now he remembered. Looking around, he recognized the place as the woods beh
I do not own PJO.
-----
"Hey."
The man in the hospital bed smiled at his fiancée.
"Hi," he replied.
The blonde plopped down on the visitor's chair next to her lover's mangled, almost broken, body. She threw her bag across the room and took his hand in hers.
"Why didn't they let me see you yesterday?" she whispered. "Or the few days before?"
"I didn't want you to see me broken," he answered, whispering as well.
"You didn't want to see me? You asked them not to let me in?" she asked again, hurt. Tears were filling her eyes.
"Oh, no. It was their decision. And they said only family can come the few days before," he reassured. "Trus
He strayed from his patrol, entering the forest that bordered the path. The red leaves of autumn crunched under his boots, the crisp air blowing in his face.
His blue eyes darted about, his mind wondering what on Earth possessed him to enter the woods. Unconsciously, he rubbed the wedding ring on his finger.
Sitting down at the base of a tree, taking off his standard police hat to rub his temples, he sighed and looked up at the now orange sky, the hue beautifully complimenting the red of the leaves at the treetops.
Just as he closed his eyes, a rustling was heard.
Now he remembered. Looking around, he recognized the place as the woods beh
I do not own PJO.
-----
"Hey."
The man in the hospital bed smiled at his fiancée.
"Hi," he replied.
The blonde plopped down on the visitor's chair next to her lover's mangled, almost broken, body. She threw her bag across the room and took his hand in hers.
"Why didn't they let me see you yesterday?" she whispered. "Or the few days before?"
"I didn't want you to see me broken," he answered, whispering as well.
"You didn't want to see me? You asked them not to let me in?" she asked again, hurt. Tears were filling her eyes.
"Oh, no. It was their decision. And they said only family can come the few days before," he reassured. "Trus
no longer. | sawamura daichi by patcherinko, literature
Literature
no longer. | sawamura daichi
WARNING: Mentions of suicide.
*Soulmate!AU where if you’re unable to meet your soulmate when either of you are alive, your dead soulmate will come to you via a dream in spirit.
The twist here is that you only have one dream to see them.
You are afraid.
No, you’re not really afraid of anything. Well, technically, that’s a half-life - you’re not afraid of anything, but you are afraid of some things, like the fear of your parents’ death, losing your current friends, failing in that Math test you studied so hard for.
Losing the person who’s destined to be with you.
In your own words, you may consider your
"Obi-Wan is a Prick"
by Jay Richard
Look at that. That's just great. I told you that I had the high ground, didn't I? But no, no, you didn't listen. Now look at you. You're, like, Darth Stumpy McStumpstump now. You overachiever -- you couldn't stop with just one missing limb. That would be too easy for you, Sith boy.
You were the Chosen One, you idiot. I mean, Space Jesus, you were supposed to be the salvation of the galaxy.
I had to grade you on a curve just to get you to "Jedi" status. I couldn't flunk our precious little Chosen One, now could I? Do you have any idea how much pressure there was for me to pass you, like you were the scho
Beautiful (A Gadge Oneshot) by The-Girl-On-Fire-13, literature
Literature
Beautiful (A Gadge Oneshot)
"Hey, sorry I was late, my dad held me up to help him with some Capitol celebra-"
I push open the door to Gale's bedroom, the winter sun just barely pouring in. The rest of my sentence doesn't come off my tongue. Gale is sleeping, his shirt carelessly in a pile on the floor. I pick it up and place it back on its hook. This shouldn't be so big a deal, but considering I've never seen Gale shirtless, it kind of is.
I slowly sit on the edge of his bed, watching him. He lays on his stomach, and as my eyes travel down his back, I bite my lip so hard I taste blood. This is why he always laced his fingers with mine whenever my hand reached for the