I was looking at him, my heart aching, my soul braking, barely holding back the tears from stepping to my eyes. It took almost every drop of my courage and strength to overcome a lump in the throat. -Hey… - my voice was trembling. He was still sleepy, confused why this morning started earlier, confused what got in to me. The morning started as always - the alarm which always painfully told me that we have to separate soon and the awaiting rollercoaster of emotions until I can see him again. The sweet warm hands covered me in a warm hug, soft lips touching my forehead -Morning. – A simple word, my favorite sound – his low, sleepy voice. I could wake up to it every day if it was up to me. I wrapped around him, like each and every time, with the thought that this might be the last time, except, this time it could really be truth. -Morning. – I whispered and pressed my face in his firm but warm and soft chest, hiding my face which could give away that something wasn’t right. I felt his
SasuHina. Freedom: Judgment of the Court. Ch5. by MikaMika13, literature
Literature
SasuHina. Freedom: Judgment of the Court. Ch5.
What’s written in -...- means a person talking. I should apologize that my stories has a lot of grammar and spelling mistakes, but that’s just something I can’t control… So I APOLOGIZE about it… Please don’t get angry about it..! **************************************** SasuHina. Freedom: Judgment of the Court. Ch5. *Sasukes view. I was sitting in a jail room, not knowing what to do as I had no idea what Hinata and other people from the psycho border could tell in the court. I only begged for Hinata not to tell that I raped her… As I never did even if I feel like it. -Uchiha Sasuke, you have a visitor! – The jailor suddenly showed up from nowhere. –Who? – I asked as I had no clue who could visit me as Karin, Juugo and Suigetsu, those who were closest to me, were in jail too. I had a little sock, when I saw the visitor. -Hinata, what are you doing here? – I asked, not sure, should I be happy and flattered or worried. –Are you okay? – She asked, smiling at me as if I never did
I have been in a toxic relationship for the past three and a half years. The kind of toxic where another person destroys you completely and it happened more than once. The kind of toxic where you are breaking up with the person, bet they won’t let you. The kind of toxic relationship where you get to the point of looking in the mirror and not recognizing the person in it, and nobody does who new you before. And it’s not meant in a good way. It’s the kind of toxic where person brings you down all the time explaining it by your own behavior, making you think all the time that you are at the fault for everything. In this relationship I have heard a lot of promises, an empty sound, which doesn’t mean anything to me anymore, but I am afraid that I have come to the point where I should get some help. There is this feeling that I have some kind of Stockholm syndrome, because every time I am ready to leave, every time I pack my stuff, I back down at the same shit I have heard over and over. My
That was painful.
I wasn’t able to take a breath, even a short one.
So painful, so filthy, so disrespectful -
I wasn’t capable of thinking.
How? How does a person even do that?
I couldn’t handle myself, let alone you.
The anger, the offense, the debility -
I didn’t imagine such a thing from you.
The trust, the love, the future -
I erased it as you shattered it.
The person I thought you are –
I didn’t even had a clue.
How to trust you again?
I thought I will be able, but you’re not aiding.
Your every step, action, move –
I wait for you to hurt me again.
The promise to care for me ̵
I clearly remember your odor,
I clearly remember your smile,
The look in your eyes,
The way you bite on your lower lip.
How you walk a bit strangely,
You said that’s how you walk freely,
But I loved it right away.
How your hand lingered on my shoulders,
The deeper breathing as you lay still.
How many times I checked are you asleep
Before I got used to it.
Your funny laughter,
Your presence in my house,
Your way of holding a cigarette
In fingers you used to call ugly.
Nights we spent talking and watching movies,
None of them were romantic,
But that’s what I loved about you.
I studied your scars,
Worried about your health,
Consid
Oh, it happened so fast,
The emotions when I met you…
It took a moment to know that
You are the one I need in my life.
It took an hour to know that I like you.
It took a day to fall in love.
My emotions took over, they overflowed
I barely got them together.
I did it, but I did it too late.
Well, I messed up… I did it myself.
I got carried away and forgot the weight on my life.
Didn’t think it will scare you away.
I never thought that someone like you will show up in my life,
That once again I will be able to have those emotions.
No, not like that, not this way.
I hoped you will stay the same,
I hoped you will still be her
I was looking at him, my heart aching, my soul braking, barely holding back the tears from stepping to my eyes. It took almost every drop of my courage and strength to overcome a lump in the throat. -Hey… - my voice was trembling. He was still sleepy, confused why this morning started earlier, confused what got in to me. The morning started as always - the alarm which always painfully told me that we have to separate soon and the awaiting rollercoaster of emotions until I can see him again. The sweet warm hands covered me in a warm hug, soft lips touching my forehead -Morning. – A simple word, my favorite sound – his low, sleepy voice. I could wake up to it every day if it was up to me. I wrapped around him, like each and every time, with the thought that this might be the last time, except, this time it could really be truth. -Morning. – I whispered and pressed my face in his firm but warm and soft chest, hiding my face which could give away that something wasn’t right. I felt his
I have been in a toxic relationship for the past three and a half years. The kind of toxic where another person destroys you completely and it happened more than once. The kind of toxic where you are breaking up with the person, bet they won’t let you. The kind of toxic relationship where you get to the point of looking in the mirror and not recognizing the person in it, and nobody does who new you before. And it’s not meant in a good way. It’s the kind of toxic where person brings you down all the time explaining it by your own behavior, making you think all the time that you are at the fault for everything. In this relationship I have heard a lot of promises, an empty sound, which doesn’t mean anything to me anymore, but I am afraid that I have come to the point where I should get some help. There is this feeling that I have some kind of Stockholm syndrome, because every time I am ready to leave, every time I pack my stuff, I back down at the same shit I have heard over and over. My
That was painful.
I wasn’t able to take a breath, even a short one.
So painful, so filthy, so disrespectful -
I wasn’t capable of thinking.
How? How does a person even do that?
I couldn’t handle myself, let alone you.
The anger, the offense, the debility -
I didn’t imagine such a thing from you.
The trust, the love, the future -
I erased it as you shattered it.
The person I thought you are –
I didn’t even had a clue.
How to trust you again?
I thought I will be able, but you’re not aiding.
Your every step, action, move –
I wait for you to hurt me again.
The promise to care for me ̵
Have you ever been so angry that you are at the urge to cry? Desperately trying to hold back, stop the shaking hands and sobs which are trying to break through? Hope that no one will notice it?
I have.
As I am sitting and writing this, I try to hold back the tears, which is hardly possible, and calm down. For a person like me, who hardly ever gets angry, this state is the worse.
If I look back on the things which happened and got me angry, they are so unimportant that I get even angrier. And for a while I have this state where I get my blood rush faster for small things.
Well, I don’t give a care in the world. I don’t want to,
Odyssey into 2012. Chapter 1.
She was standing in one of the busiest streets of the Tokyo. Her head was empty. All she knew is, she had to find the thing or person called "Zephyr". At first she had to find something related to the "Zephyr" and there was a limit of time. December 2011.
It wasn't easy, the time was coming to an end, and she was blankly looking at the people passing her. How did she look?
The reflection in the huge window of some shop showed a girl, around eighteen years old, with huge black eyes, long, black hair in black kimono with red flowers. What was this beauty doing here?
The public phone near her just rang and she i
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Odyssey Into 2012
Preface
She has awakened before a gate she has no memory of opening. She has no name, and
no memory of how she came to be here, at the first station of a fateful quest she
does not understand but knows she must continue.
Who is she?
Only you will bring her to life.
Only you will tell her story in your words and your art.
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How can I contribute to the story?
Only you will bring her to life and guide her on her quest.
Only you will tell her story with your own words and your own illustrations.
The sto
Favourite genre of music: Mmm... Rock I guess.. Favourite cartoon character: Hinata, Shizuma and Chikane (They look good thogether) Personal Quote: You said you read me like a book but the pages are all torn and frayed
Favourite Movies
Resident Evil
Favourite TV Shows
Ellen's Degenneres show
Favourite Bands / Musical Artists
Thirty seconds to Mars ❤️
Favourite Books
Probably detectives.. ^^
Favourite Writers
Dan Brouwn
Favourite Games
I don't really play them.. ^^
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It's been a while of new journal from me and I haven't been very active for a while already so sorry guys!!
At the moment I am studying in medical collage and have a lot to learn, but I hope that there will be some time soon that I will submit something.
And I noticed that it's been already 5 years since I joined dA!!!
Five years!! Can u believe it!? I hope I still have those who loves my stories and at least someone still remembers me...
Even thought I can poorly be called an author for now. ^^;
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