Wolflove? :D
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Thread Topic: Wolflove? :D
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(Woah... o.o)
I looked back at him, it was hard to look at him because I always had to avoid looking at his eyes, the always pulled me into a gaze that I couldn't pull out off. "I'll help you...I'll try" -
Help. Oh that was funny. That was really amusing. I stood up, looking down at her. I smirked, and that turned to a grimace, and that soon turned to a frown. I sat back down. I smiled sarcastically.
(Yeah. 0.0) -
I looked at him with a straight face, "If you don't want help...I'll still be here to help you calm down, I'll try to calm you down and I promise I won't give up that easily" I said honestly
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I smiled. I was sure my eyes were twinkling. My father always told me that my eyes were what was going to get me girls. That I was handsome, but it was all in my eyes. At the thought of him, my fists clenched.
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I noticed him clenching his fists, "No.." I said calmly, resting my hands ontop of his fists, "Just look at my and breathe calmly" I said staring at him, his eyes were beautiful, so hypnotic...I couldn't look away
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Im So Sorry. :P I had to unload the dishwasher.
I kept them clenched as I pull my fists from her hands, backing up to my little corner. "You..."
I sat down. looking at the shredded pieces of paper. -
"Fine...I won't touch you" I said raising my hands to prove my point. I couldn't help grinning inside my head...he talked, he actually talked. But I'll pretend I didn't hear him
Eh...its okay :P -
Okay. :D
I realized I had torn apart my memory of my father. Tears of sadness and more anger streamed down my face. I started putting back together one of my drawing, finding the pieces of paper that fit together, like a puzzle. -
(Continue?)
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(yes! :D)
I went down on my knees and sat next to him. I slowly picked up pieces of paper, putting them back together, each picture. "I'm sorry" I said sincerely -
:D
I looked at her, my heart beating pretty fast. She has pretty eyes. I touched her cheek gently, and turned away, looking at my sketchbook. I flipped through it, and found a rose I had drawn a while ago. That was my dad's favorite flower, and same with my mom. I turned and handed it to Rose. -
My cheeks blushed and my heart skipped a beat when I felt his hand on my cheek. I looked at the picture he handed to me, my fingers traced the outlines of the drawing. "So beautiful..." I looked at him and smiled, "Roses are my favourite"
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I looked down, and smiled to myself. That soon faded away when I thought I heard something. I stood, and listened intently. I thought it was just the buzzing I hear frequently. I shrugged, and sat down
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I looked at him curiously, I saw a glimpse of his smile. How sweet? My eyes scanned the picture, looking at every detail, "Its beautiful..."
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"Th-" I mentally slapped myself. That's what my mother said about everything I drew, even when I thought it sucked horribly. I looked at Rose with grief-stricken eyes.
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