The Rebelled Angel {PG-13}
Hey guys! This is a collaboration between Ellie Cullen <3 & Me (Carmen E) We are writing an elaborate Seth Clearwater story that's divided in two parts that you will soon discover in the plot: Here's the plot:
Alexya Kristianna Wood is a new girl (typicall) that moved from Houston to Forks. She left her dark past to have a new start at Forks and that new start begins the first day she arrives. She meets Seth, but she's fifteen and he's seventeen. This first part of the story is their 'best-friend stage' and the second part of the story is when she's seventeen and like how their relationship evolves from friendship to love. We give you:
Thank you Rhi, for doing this AH-MAZZZZZZZZZZZING banner, I love you
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CHAPTER ONE – THE MOVE {Alexya's POV} Written by Carmen E
July 7th. I’ll never forget the day I felt a bone crushing pain, one worse than the one I suffered when I was ten.
‘Alexya it’s time!’ Dad called from outside. The roar of his car was uncomfortable. I took a ragged breath and looked one last time at the empty house with the first trickling tears on my cheeks. I whipped them away quickly. It had finally hit me, I was moving away from the only place I called home.
‘Goodbye’ I whispered, my voice echoed in the empty space. Goodbye memories, goodbye Mom, goodbye Anthony, goodbye Houston. Goodbye sun, goodbye Silver, goodbye Mariah, goodbye past...
Today I was moving to Forks, Washington. The rainiest and coldest place in the continental U.S. because my father, Frank, was offered a good job as a head surgeon at the local hospital and he couldn’t resist the opportunity. I tightened my grip on Pooh, Anthony’s small brown teddy bear. I turned my back on my past and walked with my chin held high to face my present and future: Forks.
I am fifteen and my life couldn’t have been any worse. I slammed the door of the red truck my dad owned and looked at him firmly ‘Let’s go.’
He smiled warmly but it never touched his eyes, he knew what I was going through. He backed away from my childhood’s house, from my suffered past.I hoped that my future would be something better but I doubted it. Bad luck chased me everywhere I went.
At the airport, we went through the normal procedures except that this was a one way ticket, there was no turning back. Forks would be a new home, a home I’d have new memories in, better memories as Frank had put it.
On the plane flying to my eminent town, I didn’t sleep, though it was a five hours flight. I looked out the window and at the changing weather when we reached our destined place. I let a gasp escape my lips. I smiled in anticipation. Raindrops were staining the thick glass of my window. I loved the rain and the cold.
The plane started descending and I prepared myself for the speed of the aircraft when it touched land, wet land.
Finally there: Seattle International Airport.
Frank had already bought a car the last time he visited Forks. He even got the house furnished and enrolled me into high school.
Ugh, high school. I absolutely did not want to be the new girl in school. I’d rather be invisible than the new girl. I couldn’t handle the gossip that would probably scatter all around this small town. In fact, I already think – no I know – that they’re aware of our arrival. Word spreads fast in towns where there were three thousand one hundred and twenty one people, well three thousand one hundred and twenty three now. Thank god I had two months to settle in and get familiar with my surroundings, especially the people, before enduring a new torture.
The relief washed away when we were racing to the black BMW under the rain. ‘Don’t worry Lilia.’
That was what everyone at home used to call me, Lilia; I liked it because it reminded me of flowers. I felt uneasy and homesick; I took calm slow deep breaths. Don’t cry Alexya, not now, I reminded myself. ‘You’ll love the house, and Forks.’
I doubted it; I just stared at the unending green nature passing by in a blur. The rain became much more persistent, and I became much calmer. The sound of the drizzling raindrops on the car’s rooftop above us was very relaxing.
I was fixing my eyes on the beautiful nature when I saw a blur in the woods. I straightened. Alert, I turned to Frank ‘Did you see that?’ my voice was frantic.
‘See what, honey?’ He took his eyes from the road to look at me with interest.
‘Never mind’ I slumped back on the seat and focused on the blurry green image. The car slowed and turned into a brick driveway and in front of a two-storey white house.
The forest grew from every way. I had no neighbors nearby. The first hint of civilization was situated around the corner and down the street. Great, I thought to myself dryly. Dad cut the engine and faced me. ‘I have work, Al so here’s the key.’ He handed me the metal key in my white small hand. ‘I’ll help you carry the bags. The room upstairs to the right is yours and the other one is mine. You don’t have to unpack my bag, just get familiar with the house and relax.’
I sighed, arguing was no longer useful. I got used to Frank bailing out on me for the hospital. I reminded myself that it was for a good cause. I wanted to be alone anyway. I sensed the tears that I’ve been holding back since five hours resurfacing and with more power this time. I swallowed the gulp in my throat forcefully. I kept my voice calm and serious. ‘Will you be back early?’
‘I don’t know, Lilia. If I’m late, don’t wait for me.’ He paused with a smile then continued. ‘Come on; let me help you with the bags.’ I got out of the car and opened the trunk.
I had two small cases when Dad had only a big one. I grabbed my luggage and walked up the unsteady stairs of my new porch. I unlocked the door and stepped inside the manner.
I stood unmoving, my eyes sweeping the space. To my right, a glass dining table of four was centered in the room. Black and white photographs of all sizes were placed on each beige-colored wall. To my left, a red leather couch with two flanking armchairs tinted in the same color stood. An oak-colored oval coffee table was centered between the red furniture. A plasma TV was bolted to the wall facing the couch. This was the living room, I concluded. Impressive, Frank had good taste. A door was open and I could see a small round table with two simple chairs pushed to a window. I turned my gaze reluctantly to the wooden stairs built in the hall.
I climbed the steady steps silently with my baggage in hand. I faced two closed doors and opened the one Frank had pointed as mine. The room was pink. I groaned. Frank knew how much I hated that color. I didn’t have it in me to complain right now, I was missing Houston enormously. I threw my bags on my blood-red bed but didn’t open them, not yet. I was afraid that if I started unpacking this would crush me. I just grabbed Pooh tightly and stared around me until I caught my drained reflection on the wall-length mirror.
My lavender eyes were swollen with exhaustion, my pitch black straight hair clung to my face, because it was wet. I had tinted my fringe flashy blue as a tribute to Adam Lambert. It always caught people off guard. I think they were intimidated by me. Surprisingly, I felt smug that I was the only one to have tinted my hair. I felt special. Ha!
My navy t-shirt kissed my chest and shoulders because as my black pants did to my legs and my sneakers to my feet.
‘Bye honey!’ called Frank from downstairs before closing the door behind him. I sighed and detached my eyes from my pathetic look. I wanted to clear my head, breathe some fresh air so I decided to go take a walk into the strange woods.
I didn’t bother getting a coat. I wanted to feel the rain pour on my skin. I stepped in the kitchen but didn’t stop. I continued till I was outside in the backyard.
As soon as I stepped on the grass, I was immediately drenched with the rain’s downpour. I walked towards the immense trees. I wandered aimlessly for the perfect spot to sit on. The soil beneath my feet was muddy, the smell of pine trees was overpowering. I felt tired but I kept going, leaving sight of my house but I made sure that I was going on a straight path so that I’d know where to get back to when I’m calmed and had cleared my head.
Exhausted, I stopped and looked around me. I found a small rock under a tree and went to sit on it. As soon as I was under the tree’s safety, all my feelings of pain hit me with much power. This time, I let my tears fall. I hid my face between my hands while I sobbed quietly for the ache that’s been tormenting me for the past five hours. I didn’t want to be here; I wanted to be back in Houston with Becca– my best friend, and I wanted to be in the ranch again, taking care of Silver, my white horse. I wanted to be near Mom and Anthony but I wasn’t, I couldn’t. I was in Forks, the silence seemed too disturbing, and my quiet sobs echoed in the forest.
I bit my tongue, I shouldn’t make any noise. If anyone heard me, they’d think that I’ve been hurt or something bad had happened. I was hurt, and something bad did happen to me. I was taken away from the only place I called refuge; I’ve been brought to this town forcefully. I wished I had never told Dad that I was happy for him. I knew that he wouldn’t have moved to Forks without my acceptance. But I wanted him to be happy, so I let him take me away from Houston. It was my fault I was here.
I heard movements coming from a bush in front of me, my head snapped up to the noise. I started hyperventilating, this couldn’t be good. I held my breath and pressed my legs to myself. I shrunk to the tree. Maybe the person won’t notice me. He emerged from the bush.
The boy, or should I say man, was tan skinned and wore only shorts. It was freezing; I myself was shaking from the cold. His chest was wet and perfectly structured. I trailed my eyes to his abs. One word popped in my head: Wow. The stranger’s hair was cropped short and dark. He didn’t seem to notice me yet, he was looking at the dirt. I exhaled quietly. ‘Humph’ I heard him huff.
He froze when our eyes met.
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Chapter Two - Imprinted {Seth's POV} Written by Carmen E
Chapter Three - Friends {Alexya's POV} Written by Ellie Cullen <3
Chapter Four - Bliss {Seth's POV} Written by Ellie Cullen <3
Chapter Five - Paint Job {Alexya's POV} Written by Carmen E
Chapter Six - Declaration {Seth's POV} Written by Carmen E
Chapter Seven – Knowledge {Alexya’s POV} Written by Ellie Cullen<3
Chapter Eight – Dreams I Want to Believe {Seth’s POV} Written by Ellie Cullen<3
Chapter Nine – Sleepover {Alexya’s POV} Written by Carmen E
Chapter Ten – The Cullen’s: Part I {Seth’s POV} Written by Carmen E
Chapter Ten – The Cullen’s: Part II {Seth’s POV} Written by Carmen E
Chapter Eleven – Reunion {Alexya’s POV} Written by Ellie Cullen<3
Chapter Twelve – Explanations {Seth’s POV} Written by Ellie Cullen <3
Chapter Thirteen– Buried With the Truth {Alexya’s POV} Written by Carmen E
Chapter Fourteen – Jealousy: Part I {Seth’s POV} Written by Carmen E
Chapter Fourteen – Jealousy: Part II {Seth’s POV} Written by Carmen E
Chapter Fifteen – False Hope {Alexya’s POV} Written by Ellie Cullen <3
Chapter Sixteen – Anger Management: Part I {Seth’s POV} Written by Ellie Cullen<3
Chapter Sixteen – Anger Management: Part II {Seth’s POV} Written by Ellie Cullen
Chapter Seventeen – Distraction {Alexya’s POV} Written by Carmen E
Chapter Eighteen – A Walk Down Memory Lane {Seth’s POV} Written by Carmen E
Chapter Nineteen – Josh {Alexya’s POV} Written by Ellie Cullen <3
Chapter Twenty – Complications {Seth’s POV} Written by Ellie Cullen
<3
Chapter Twenty One – Cruel World {Alexya’s POV} Written by
Carmen E
Chapter Twenty Two - Dissapearing Slowly {Seth's POV}Written by Carmen E
END OF PART ONE
Chapter One - Worried {Alexya's POV} Written by Ellie Cullen <3
Chapter Two - She's Back {Seth's POV} Written by Ellie Cullen <3
Chapter Three - Confessions [Part One] {Alexya's POV} Written by Carmen EChapter Three - Confessions [Part Two] {Alexya's POV} Written by Carmen E
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Permalink Reply by Malaak <3 on -
ohh... well then,
an amazing chapter is definitely worth the wait!!!
btw, i was just reading chapter21 again when i came across the way she described josh as an 'unworthy waste of space'!!!
HAHAHAHAA!
perfect!
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Permalink Reply by Carmen E ~Rebel Yell~ on -
HAHAHAH XD .
I'm soo sorry for the wait.
Although I'm not sure it's that amazing really. (Ellie, you're waay too flattering!)
LMAO - Yes, he is isn't he?
an unworthy waste of space. *scowl*
If he were real, I would've slapped him. Oh, wait - he is, and I did slap him! XD
oh well, all's fair in Hatered and War. : ) -
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Permalink Reply by The Rebelled Angel on -
isn't it 'Love and war'? :L
and IT IS AMAZING CARMEN, AND I KNOW IT IS BECAUSE I'VE READ THE FULL CHAPTER SO THERE *sticks tongue out*
now EVERYTIME you say some about the chapter you MUST put that you found it AMAZING AND IT IS LIKE A WORK OF ART
or i will find you... -
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Permalink Reply by The Rebelled Angel on
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oops, thought this was my account for a minute there.
this is ellie btw :) -
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Permalink Reply by The Rebelled Angel on
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(Ellie, you're waay too flattering!)
I don't think i am... :L -
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Permalink Reply by Anna Clearwater on -
wow....This story is really amazing.....please update soon!!
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Permalink Reply by Carmen E ~Rebel Yell~ on
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I AM SO SO SO SORRY FOR NOT UPDATING.
BUT IM POSTING TODAY! I PROMISE!!
THANK YOU FOR YOUR PERSISTENCE AND UNTIMELY PATIENCE! -
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Permalink Reply by Carmen E ~Rebel Yell~ on
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A/N: The moment you've been all waiting for, the last chapter of Part One - Beginnings has been finally posted. Yes, it does end with a cliffy, I'm sorry. =p I'm so, so sorry for keeping you waiting for so long. I hope it was worth it.
Are you all excited for Part Two? I know I am! Finally, the lovey dovey stuff are going to come out! XD WOOHOO XD
LEAVE US YOUR THOUGHTS ABOUT THIS CHAPTER!
THANK YOU xx
Song – Take it All Away by Red
“But passion most dissembles, yet betrays,
Even by its darkness; as the blackest sky
Foretells the heaviest tempest”
Don Juan, Byron.
Chapter Twenty-Two – Slowly Disappearing
“Lilia, please, just let me—“
My words were cut short when her hand reached out and swung onto my cheek.
She slapped me. The pain that I thought couldn’t be worse, just multiplied. I felt like daggers pierced into my heart every time I breathed for air.
But what air? I had lost it, because of that one single second I had lost control.
“Don’t you ever call me that, ever,” she growled. “I don’t want to hear your pathetic excuses, Seth Clearwater. I hate you.” she spat at me.
The words, so little yet so painful, killed me. I had died when she said those last three words. Nothing could ever bring me back, nothing. I was gone, and could never come back. My love, my imprint, how could I bring her this much misery? When my world revolved around her and her only, how could I have destroyed us?
Jealousy. Naivety. Envy.
I was ready to reveal everything to her, ready to beg for forgiveness, ready to do anything. But I couldn’t bring myself to speak. I was suffocating; I gasped in breaths but could not feel my lungs being satisfied. I killed us, it was my fault.
I started shaking out of impulse, out of anguish, out of horror. I backed away quickly as an image of Emily’s scar flashed in my mind. My sight blurred, I tried to push back the tears, but it was inevitable.
And yet, I couldn’t leave without telling her the truth, the truth that made me.
“I love you, Alexya,” I whispered, revealing a tinge of my pain to her.
“Get out!” she cried, as her own tears surfaced. That, I couldn’t tolerate. To see her shed tears for my mistake was outright cruel. I couldn’t leave her like this. Somehow, deep down, I knew that her words weren’t meant, I knew that she loved me still. And I hoped dearly that that was true.
She whipped her tears with the back of her hand, but I could see that more resurfaced with more intensity. The sound emanating from her lips pierced through me. She was sobbing.
I had to comfort her.
I stepped forward and immediately took her in my embrace. This was it, I had to tell her I imprinted on her, and I had to tell her I was in love with her before it was too late. Alexya, I’m madly in love with you. Forgive me. I held her close to me, breathing in her surreal scent and feeling my heart revive. But I never expected what would happen next.She pushed me away.
I stared at her, as a wave of anguish, horrified acceptance washed through me.
And then, I was gone.
I ran as fast as I could, not looking back, and not caring where to. I just needed to go away. My sight blurred immensely as her last words echoed forcefully in my mind.
She hated me, she didn’t want me anymore. How am I going to live without her? How am I going to be me without her? There was nothing worth living for, so that is what I was going to do :not live.
After a while, I couldn’t run anymore, I felt my knees buckle and I collapsed on the muddy grass. I retreated to the nearest tree, but my shaking multiplied. The sound that emanated from my lips weren’t human, the pain was too much. I dug my nails into the soil beneath me as growls of agony shook me further. I tried to gain control over myself, I desperately prayed not to phase, I didn’t want anybody in my mind, at this particular moment, and I surely wanted to be alone when I ended my life.
But of course, that is exactly what didn’t happen.
A shiver so intense ran through me, making my fur slice through my clothes and rip them, as I started to get on all four. I felt myself change, and I felt the presence of others in my mind.
Seth? Jacob’s cautious tone rang in my mind.
I didn’t answer, because I didn’t hear anything, I was just focusing on one destination only. I ran at incredible speed to the cliffs’ direction, not caring to abide to Quil, Embry or Jacob’s protests.
I dodged everything in my way, feeling as though nothing could ever stop me from my decision, nobody could ever change my mind.
This was the end.
The most beautiful face flashed in front of my eyes, a face I could never touch anymore, a face so angelic and so, so sad that it killed me to look at, yet revived me in the same time. I sent out my last words to her, hoping she would forgive me. I love you, my rebelled angel.
As I approached my destination, I could hear the protests intensifying, and I sensed them following me. I was so close, and there was no way for them to catch up.
Yet again, I was wrong.
A russet wolf jumped in my direction, blocking my way at the same moment two others surrounded me. I growled at my Alpha.
GET OUT OF MY WAY! I snarled.
Seth, calm down! Seth, you can’t do this --
NONE OF YOU UNDERSTAND ME! LET ME GO!
Seth, let’s talk about this, please Quil pled.
THERE’S NOTHING TO TALK ABOUT, NOTHING AT ALL.
I hadn’t noticed that I was crying until I saw myself from Jacob’s eyes. Tears the size of a baseball rolled uncontrollably down my face.
Anger and concern emanated from Jacob. His eyes bore into mine, trying to wield me into getting some sense back.
I don’t need your pity, Jacob. I spat.
His nostrils flared, and he took a step forward. I could feel him conjuring his Alpha powers; he stood triumphant, over towering me as his brown eyes pierced through mine.
You will not harm yourself, do you hear me, Seth? his Alpha voice rang inside of me, making my whole body quiver and collapse to his command. I cried harder, not able to control myself anymore. How could he do this to me?
I hate you! I hate you all! I screamed and stood up, turned around – and headed to the opposite direction.
Seth! Come back! Quil and Embry’s thoughts pled to me, but I didn’t care about anything. I didn’t hear anything.
I just kept running to the mountain.
The hints of a storm started to materialize in the sky… making it darker and eerie. But, did I care? No. I was too absorbed in the black abyss I swirled in that nothing could ever frighten me, nothing. I climbed the unsteady path to the ledge of the mountain, pushing everyone’s whimpers at the back of my mind as they became just a simple hum. They didn’t matter, nothing but mattered.
Nothing but her.
I skidded to a halt at the edge of the cliff. I stared, without actually seeing anything, at the wide landscape in front of me. It was dark, green and succumbing in the most silent of comas. I hated myself for the way I’d conducted myself earlier, and I hated myself for losing my only reason to live. Rolls of tears gushed mercilessly down my furry cheeks as I remembered those three painful words. I hate you! The voice, so beautiful, so perfect, rang clearly in my mind, sending a shiver down my spine, a shiver so intense that I threw my head back and howled my agony as a lightning bolt tore through the sky.
My eyes roamed on the thick forest, and I froze, settling my eyes on a particular space that reminded me of the best day of my life. My heart squeezed at the memory, but if that was the only way I could ever see her, then I’d go there – I’d do anything in my power to keep her present, to see her, even if it meant killing me in the process.
I turned around, and started running to my refuge, one I needed so badly, not caring if it would endanger me, emotionally or physically, if I was about to see her materialize in front of me, talking, happy, beautiful, and loving me.
I crossed the last tree, and stopped in the middle of the small clearing in which I’d first laid my eyes on the most beautiful person in the world, the only person in my world.
Shivers ran up my spine so intensely that I let myself collapse on the floor, facing the spot she’d been sitting where I’d first found her. The memory came back rushing swiftly, hitting me with such force, that for a moment, I thought I wouldn’t be able to regain my breath back. I saw the memory play in front of my eyes, I saw myself sitting next to my beautiful Lil—
No.
She didn’t want me to call her that anymore, I shook my head frantically, Don’t you ever call me that.
I felt my heart take a double take, and I gasped in pain, everything we’d been through crashed down on me like a ton of bricks. I couldn’t take it anymore, it was so hard to remember her and stay sane. But I wanted to. I didn’t care about the pain; I would have to accept it, as long as I kept seeing her.
But I noticed that as I conjured more memories, the more of me died. I was empty, broken and numb. I couldn’t hear my heart beating anymore, all I could hear was her musical voice, all I could see was her beautiful features and movements and nothing else.
I whimpered as the pain intensified, my sight blurred and I tried to close my eyes, to clear my mind for a while. I drew in breath, but all I could hear was a wailing sound, ragged and low. I hid my face in the muddy grass. A wave of fatigue washed over me, and a lay there, crumpled on the floor, as I let darkness drown me, hoping for a dreamless sleep.
Time passed by, it could have been a day, a year, or a decade. I didn’t know and I paid no attention. All I did was kill myself further until I couldn’t take it anymore, and sleep. The rain washed all the dirt away, but it always seemed that the pain always hung inside of me, never leaving. The pack had had enough of my misery, and had stopped pleading me to go back to living a normal life.
I couldn’t, that was impossible.
I heard some rustling noise, but I ignored it, because I thought it was part of the memory I was summoning. The memory of our first meeting, it always seemed to take a big toll on me, as it was the turning point.
That moment was the instant that turned my life upside down. I knew it was coming, the seething pain, I started to shake in agony.
“Seth!” The voice, hollow and far away, awakened something inside of me, but somehow, I was certain this was still my imagination. The voice became louder, and harder to ignore. It was so beautiful, but it was so heartbreaking.
And that was when I felt the electricity jolt through me. I felt two arms wound around me as a scent so powerful and mesmerizing hit me. It was hers. She was here.
Alexya.
“I’m so, so sorry!” She cried, her words muffled as she hid her face in my fur. The pain in her voice shocked me, I couldn’t believe that she was blaming herself after what I’d done.
I wished I could talk to her; tell her that there was nothing to forgive. I loved her; I’d do anything for her.
And I would certainly never, ever get mad at her.
She leaned back slightly, and stared deeply into my eyes. The usual paleness her skin held became paler; her eyes were red-rimmed and bore so much fatigue. Her beautiful hair clung to her because of the pouring rain. And I also noticed that she was still wearing her pajamas. I could read the suffering in her eyes, and I beat myself up mentally for bringing her so much agony.
But the worst thing was: it was killing me as well.
I felt my heart squeeze, and I let out a low moan, a sort of cry of pain. She flinched, her eyes welding up with tears.
“This is all because of me, the way you are now. It’s my fault. How can you love someone that hurts you so badly? I’m not worth it,” she breathed.
I shook my head frantically, refusing to acknowledge what she said. I stared deeply into her eyes, and tried to wield her into understanding what I felt.
A tear escaped my eyes and landed in Alexya’s open hands that were resting limply on her lap. She looked down at the puddle that rested in her hand, then to me.
I don’t know how, but in that instant her expression turned fierce and angry.
“You. Are. Not. Allowed. To Cry. Do you hear me?”she growled. “You aren’t the one who’s let your best friend almost die,” her voice cracked, and I saw how her expression turned into devastating agony. “I’m the bad guy, you can’t cry for what I did.”
I shook my head frantically. What was she talking about? I couldn’t let her blame herself for my wrong decisions. It was immoral and cruel.
She trapped my face between her soft hands and rested her forehead to mine.
“I love you, Seth. Don’t ever forget that,” she breathed.
She leaned back and stared helplessly at me.
My eyes roamed to what was laying beside her: a pair of pants. I quickly grabbed it between my teeth and ran to the nearest tree. It took me a while to phase back to my human form, but I eventually did and I pulled on the pair.
I walked out to meet my beautiful imprint, a smile on my face while I could hear the faint thumping of my heart, thumping for her.
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Permalink Reply by The Rebelled Angel on
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CARMEN I LOVE IT!
YOU ALREADY KNOW THAT BUT I THOUGHT I'D TELL YOU AGAIN!
WHY AM I WRITING IN CAPITALS, YOU ASK?
I HAVE NO IDEA. I'LL STOP NOW :L
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Permalink Reply by Carmen E ~Rebel Yell~ on
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OF COURSE YOU LOVE IT! YOU HAVE TO. IT'S AN OBLIGATION
OHMIGOD
STRESSING
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STRESSING!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Anyway-- thank you !
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