SagishiKaneko

Dear Diary, Does she even love me anymore? I feel like she's avoiding me. As much as I don't want to see her I want everything in the world to have both my parents back. Please, please give me my family back. I hate pretending to be happy. I hate pretending everything's find when it isn't. The world isn't ending, falling apart or anything like that. I could live the rest of my life this way. But I desperately want it all to end. Dear Diary, I wanted it all to end, I was ready. But something really weird happened at like, 3 in the morning. I guess 2 because it's 3 now. I was on the bridge getting ready to lea and it was all because life had

Girlfriend: Do you still love me? Like you did when we first met? I know you say I love you a lot, and when I reply i mean it will all my heart. But people lie and I don't want to be played. So do you still love me? Boyfriend: Yes, of course I do. If anything I love you more today then when we first started dating.          

-reader's Pov- Ciel retrieves me a while later and we enter the carriage, leaving a sad Pluto behind. The ride to the abandoned church is silent, a comfortable soundlessness that shows both Ciel and I are thinking our own thoughts. But when the ride ends the building I see is hardly anything godly. The small building is falling apart, half the roof caved in and most windows broken The only things really left is the one stain glass window too high to reach with anything but a ladder. Its an image of an angel with a woman laying before her, head cradled by the angels hands. "This must have been a beautiful little place once." Ciel and Sebasti

-Reader's Pov- You loved to go to the Host Club. Tamaki loved to tease you when you were there, but you always talked to Kyoya. So that mostly kept him from bugging you. Kyoya was a head taller then you with black hair and raven colored eyes. ( meaning black) He had glasses and always had his computer with him. "Kyoya." you said his name to get his attention. He looked up from the laptop and his gazed settled on you. "What are you doing on that?" you asked him. He immediately shut it and put it in his bag. "I am looking at what you owe us." you had broken a tea set when the twins had cashed into you. Now you had to pay for it. But surprisin

-Spiderman's Pov- This certainly wasn't how it was supposed to go. This isn't okay. I have a girlfriend. But this beautiful, strong woman in my arms captivates me. I hold her around the waist close to my own body. Her black wavy hair framers her face perfectly, making her sparkling blue eyes pop. Her hands come up and stroke my face (still covered by the mask.) "Are you going to let me see your face? I know who you are. So how am I supposed to kiss my hero with a mask in the way?" A smile crosses her perfect red lips. "I only caught you when you fell." she raises an eyebrow at me "Still." gently her hands find their way to the end of my m

I stand out in the dark near the fence of District 2. I can see Cato walking up the side of the hill to reach me. When he does I run up to him and he opens his arms for me to jump into. I do and I kiss his face all over. He’s leaving tomorrow and I want to just be with him as long as I possibly can. He gives a small chuckle before setting me down.           “What are you so excited about?” Cato asks me. I shrug my shoulder and take his hand, pulling him down to sit on the ground with me. He does come down but he sits on top of me instead, pressing my hips into the ground as he traps my head in-between his arms while he lean

I open my eyes, I think. All around me is black. Against my back there's a bed. If I could see it, it must have been a cot or something horrible like that. Sitting up I feel around me and find a wall to the left. Note: Sorry if I sound monotone while writing this, I've learned to expect the unexpected.) A shiver runs up my spine and cold caresses my shoulders and neck. Swinging my legs off the bed I rub my eyes and look around again. A tiny sliver of light, kind of yellowish as it hovers in the black. A door, it has to be. Stumbling over to the door I feel for a handle. As my fingers find the cold door handle I pause. I swear my heart must