emmiwish

"Take me to the hospital," Matt says, and I jerk my head around to stare at him in disbelief, peering into those clear brown eyes, at that straight, almost regal nose. The sooty curls clustered on his head are endearing, even if he finds them a hassle in the mornings, and his shoulders are broad from his competitive swimming days back in high school. With handsome looks like that, it's hard to believe he can never be mine for good. "Why?" I ask. He takes my hand, and I take the moment instead to admire the sight. His skin, tanned into a smooth, golden brown, intertwined with my pale, pale skin. He shrugs, sleepy, languid. "Well, it's your l

 I threw the empty box of tissues into the corner of my bedroom in irrational anger. Why was it empty already? It felt as if I'd just opened one; were there even any more boxes left? I stumbled toward the cabinet, muffling my sobs with a fisted hand so my mother wouldn't hear me and scream at me again. I'd had enough of that to last me a lifetime. And then she would remind me of Cailler. 'Why are you like this? Cailler will never look at you if you're so useless!' I couldn't be around him any more without having the urge to bawl my eyes out. It hurt too much, in my chest, like an agonizing tightening and twisting, some wild creature trying

 Soul mates meant no secrets. It meant your minds were very closely intertwined. It meant everlasting love. It was everything. You were putting your heart, your self, into the other's hands. You were changing your futures, melding fates. All this had seemed so big to me, something I would never touch or come close to. But despite that knowledge I had carried so long, I was here in the Ritual Hall, hand in hand with my beloved Adrian, about to perform the soul mate ceremony with him. It would be easy. We had become so close already, and on that day we confessed our love to each other, we'd torn down that last barrier between us. We had no

 Eleven. That was how many times Gabe had ditched his companions and followers to watch Bryelle. She often danced, and those were the times he lived for. The way she moved was magical, beautiful, even ethereal, like she was the angel on earth instead of him. With that long hair like spun gold, if she had blue eyes like his, she could've passed for one easily. It pleased him, of course, that she looked angelic. But it wasn't only her appearance. Her beauty and grace were on a separate scale from any other. But that wasn't it either, nor was it that she'd enchanted him the first time he'd laid eyes on her. He just couldn't quite tell what

Jos inserted the key into the lock, twisting it and unlocking the door. She didn't bother calling "I'm home" anymore. It was empty, like always. Having no one to answer her was depressing, so she had stopped after a few times. Vivi went directly to afterschool when her school ended, and both of her parents were at work. Or not. As Jos passed through the kitchen to the staircase that led upstairs to her room, she caught a glimpse of her father sitting alone at the table, gazing blankly into space. Jos was about to go greet him before she noticed the beer bottle in his hand. She hastily back-tracked, retreating up the stairs and hurrying up to

dear diary peaceful day today the boy and i went to the park talked about random things nothing in particular really except he kept saying how perfect he thought i was he was being silly again when i told him he was the perfect one he rolled his eyes so adorably and said there was only one thing he wanted to change about me instantly i was nervous what flaw did i possess that bothered him ? he looked at me for a brief moment "your last name"

 Alan swallowed, trying to pretend the lump in his throat didn't exist. He was nervous. Very, very nervous. He wiped the sweat on his hands on his jacket, ignoring the faint smudge and wrinkles the movement made, and pressed the doorbell. Chimes rang inside, followed by the sound of footsteps, beating in quick succession. The door flew open, and there she was- Sarah… Her small figure wasn't hidden in a large sweatshirt today and her colored smock was left behind. Instead, she'd dressed in a light blue sundress that went down to her knees. Alan was captivated-she was beautiful. But he knew her true beauty showed when she was drawing

The things I would do to hear him say "I love you."

Damn, I didn't want it to end this way. I didn't want to have killed our friendship. I thought I was over you. Apparently, I was wrong. And then I glimpsed into your outlook, Baby, it just fell apart. You're not "the One." I don't think you could ever be "the One." You were right, again. You barely know me, and I can't love you like that. I don't know you either. Too bad we fell apart. But I guess that's life, full of ups and downs. Like a roller coaster that ends with death. I'm sorry.

She lifted her face to meet the slight drizzle falling and felt like she could take wing and fly. He was the one. She was sure of it. It had been so long since she'd allowed herself to feel like this, and it only made this experience sweeter. She'd forced herself to be alone for so long-Remember those walls I built… Well, baby, they're tumbling down. They didn't even put up a fight; they didn't even make a sound.-yet he had succeeded, so easily, in fact. It was all part of his magnificence…Standing in the light of your halo, I've got my angel now. And, God, he really was an angel. He was her ideal, her perfect guy, her everything. H

 Selena buried her face in her hands, biting back the tears. How could something like this happen to her, and on Valentine's Day!? She and Jaz had had a huge fight, but the worst part was, it had been over an insignificant and stupid thing… Ugh, this is totally messed up, she complained to herself. Matri bustled into the kitchen, humming a little tune to herself cheerily, but stopped when she glimpsed her teenage daughter slumped at the table. "Selena, honey, are you okay?" she asked, concerned, as she approached. Selena looked up, her eyes glistening with the moisture she struggled to hold back. Matri began  to rub her on the back a