"So why'd we come here?"
I asked curiously
Wondering why she would
Invite me to her house
If our relationship
Was strictly platonic.
Rose smiled cunningly.
"Because I need to rant
And you probably need to rant too
So tell me your life story
And I'll tell you mine."
I gaped at her words
And took a deep breath
Before launching into my story.
"Well, I'm Michael Clifford
And I was born on--"
"No, not your life story
I mean your real story.
Who are you?
Who are you really?
Who do you want people to see you as?
What motivates you?
How do you feel?"
In the short time that I had known her
She had struck me as different
Not a bad different
But not necessarily a good different.
She was strange, odd
She had a different outlook on life
She was wise
She was like an old soul
Trapped in a young body.
"I am lonely.
I am sad.
I have done bad things.
I've indirectly killed someone
Which led to the metaphorical death of someone else
Another person who loved this girl
So much that he cried every night for her.
And being known as a killer
Of not only humans
But also the spirit
Made me change my ways.
Before I was a boy
Who cared for nothing but sex
But now I see the truth
That true love comes
Not from sexual affection
But from affection of the heart."
Rose stayed silent for a long time
Listening to my sudden confession.
I was suddenly aware
That she would probably judge me
And make me leave.
"Michael
You might have killed a girl
You might have killed a soul
But the one thing about love
Is that it is immortal
No matter how hard
You try to kill it."
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ok so it turns out that my toothache from yesterday was actually a gum infection and i had to get a root canal ha
i h8 my life
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the arctic monkeys series [5sos]
Fanfiction"i'm not afraid of death; i just don't want to be there when it happens." (cover by elle)