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Behind my smile, is a hurting heart. I smile down at my mother's grave, letting go of my mother's favorite flowers, the lavender orchids falling and landing to the dirt covering my mother's coffin softly. I kneel upon the grave, tears brimming my eyes, making my vision get hazy. I started to talk to the grave of my mother, thinking that my own mother was standing there. I apologized for not being there for her, for just yelling at her for just doing the right thing. I sobbed and wiped my tears, but nothing can stop another drop. I stopped wiping my tears and letting it all flow freely. I look up the dark, cloudy sky, and back down. I blink

Maria woke up by her brother shaking her awake and she shook in fear. "Ju-Juan...!", she shakily said, moving farther from him. He raised an eyebrow and asked her. "What's wrong, ate?", he asked, then he smirked. "Were you dreaming about Mr. America~?" "U-Uh... no, I just...", she said, sighing and rubbing her forehead, tearing up at the thought of Juan mad. "...it was just a nightmare, Juan." Juan frowned and embraced his sister into a tight hug. After a few seconds, he heard her sobbing and slightly shaking, hugging him back. "I'm glad you're alright... y-you're not mad at me, a-are you?", she asked, sniffled and pulled away from her b

"Hmm, I wonder~?", Juan cooed, dark brown orbs looking everywhere, searching for his dear big sister, Maria. "Where is Ate Maria~?", he thought out loud, his smirk widening as he heard a whimper from somewhere. --(Maria's P.O.V, a few minutes ago)-- I walked in to my home with a smile, unlocking the door with my keys and as I stepped in, not before opening the door, I smelled something strange. I shrugged it off, thinking it was some rotten food Juan left, forgetting to clean it up himself. Without knowing what was happening behind the door of his room, I called out. "Juan! I'm home!" ... No response. Probably sleeping. I set my thing

How Do Girls Make Love? WARNING: Sexual talk, here. If you don't like that, please read something else. "(Y/N)...?", Angel calls, her voice unsure about what she's going to ask. "Hm?", I hum in response, turning around, my eyes away from the book I was currently about to finish to Angel. Her face was red and she seems nervous. "..." "...?" "How do girls have... y'know...?", she says, her pointing finger out and her other hand making a circle, and then she lets her finger in the hole- oh. "They... use toys.", I say, blushing slightly because of the question. As my mind starts thinking dirty things, making me a little wet, Angel questions

(╯ಠ益ಠ)╯︵ ┻━┻ Ah, the feeling of walking around outside with your friends, something wet on your lower private part. Was it the good type? No. Was it the bad-?? FFFUCK YES. "(C/N)~! I'm hooooome!!", I sang, skipping to our shared room, dropping my bags and coat on the way, grinning then it starts to fall when I hear a girl's voice. "Haha, master is so funny!", a girl's voice said. I heard (C/N) chuckling deeply, I can hear the smug-ass smirk he wore, and I kicked the door open, while screaming angrily. "arE YOU CHEATING ON ME (C/N)??!?!?!1!/" "wHAT THE F-" "Master, is something wro-

"You say I'm crazy," "'Cause you don't think I know what you've done..." I can't count all of the days he's been leaving me alone. it's been too many days. Weeks? No, maybe even months! I think he doesn't care about me anymore... But he still comes back home to say, "I'm home, dear!" And I would always reply, "Where have you been? I missed you!" "Oh,", he said, hesitating to answer. That's where my suspicions rose. "I was just visiting a friend! F-From work!" "Hm. Ah, nevermind... dinner's ready, you came home just in time, dearest." He doesn't know that I know what he's doing. I'm not assuming, oh no. It really can't be missed. The

( ˘ ³˘(◡‿◡˶) (C/N) wraps his arm around my shoulders, I lean my head on his shoulder, and I wrap my arm around his waist. We were watching a movie, filled with how a couple would show how he or she would love him or her. (C/N) chuckles at how cheesy the other scenes seemed. I only smile and pull him closer. He, too, pulls me closer. "(Y/N)~," he calls. I turn my head to look at him, but then I feel warm lips on my forehead. "(C/N)...!", I say, unwrapping my arm around his waist and I bury my strawberry-red face onto my hands, mumbling things about how cute I must seem and how cute he was, tricking me

Chapter 2, "Me (And Her)" -/\-/\- The girl he used to cheat with me was now in front of me, apologizing. "I'm so sorry.", she simply said, bowing down slightly, looking away in guilt. "What should you be sorry for? It was his fault, I knew that he forced you. I could completely tell he was drunk that night he took you." "Ah...", she squeaked, smiling sadly at me. "Well, it is true that he forced me..." "I knew the look in your eyes. I've seen it many times.", I said, smiling at her. "Well, it sure is cold outside. How about you come in?" She nodded and went in, taking her shoes off. "Nice home, miss. Oh, and I never caught your name.

Chapter 1, "Leave" I looked at (Y/N) with glossy eyes, and I struggle to speak. On bed, he was cuddling with a person. It isn't me, though. "(Y-(Y/N)...? Do you even... love me anymore...?", I say, sniffling, his eyes start to fill with regret. "Angel, I... I do. It's just-", he said, but I cut him off, not wanting to hear his reasoning. "Just what, (Y/N)?! I've loved you for months! DID YOU EVEN LOVE ME LIKE I DO, OR WERE YOU JUST LYING THAT DAY?!" He sucked in air through his teeth, and he, too, struggled to speak, not knoowing how to handle the situation. The other girl he was cuddling with froze, and gathered her clothes on the floo

"Hey, (N/N), dude, I need to... confess to this one dudette. Could 'ya help me?", asked a slightly embarassed Alfred. Hearing the news that he'll confess to someone, it shattered my heart. There could be a chance that it'll be me, but oh, it's just my fantasy... too bad so sad. "Sure,", I say, my heart broke into a half. "I'll help you." 'No matter how much I love you, I'm alright with you confessing to someone else, as long as your happy with them, I'm happy.' "So, how do you do this... 'asking her out' thing?", he asked, head tilting slightly to a side, showing that he's clearly confused about romance. "Well, what kind of girl is she?"