"Por que você não cala a boca e cala essa boca, você realmente me irrita."

𝙈𝙇𝙈 |

「cruzeiro foi o melhor dos melhores do beisebol, ele se encaixava com um beisebol em uma idade tão jovem que ele conhecia que um dia ele estava jogando para crianças que queria se tornar um jogador de beisebol como ele. Mas nem todo sonho pode se tornar realidade. Cruise cresceu em uma casa tóxica ruim, seu pai queria que Cruise se tornasse um advogado como ele, mas Cruise sabia o que queria. Ele queria jogar beisebol. Ele queria levar isso a sério. 」

Então, quando seu pai e mãe lhe deram uma escolha. Saia e nunca mais os veja ou fique e torne-se um advogado. Jogando nos Jogos Olímpicos da Faculdade. Cruise era obviamente bem conhecido em sua faculdade, todas as meninas o cercavam e homens que ele reivindicou como seus amigos. Mas. Tudo começou a destruir quando sua mãe ficou doente, mas seu pai não permitiu que ele a visse mesmo durante o último suspiro e as palavras. Cruise mudou, ele costumava ser tão animado, mas agora ele é apenas uma alma fria.

Ele começou a depender de si mesmo e esquecendo seus colegas de equipe, ele se tornou o idiota da equipe e, no entanto, as pessoas ainda o adoraram.

“My fingers hurt, why do they hurt?”

𝙈𝙇𝙈 | 𝙍𝙤𝙢𝙖𝙣𝙘𝙚

「The piano's melodies echoed around the room, filling it with tears and despair. Mother stood there with a stick in her hands, watching over me while I performed, my thoughts going around thinking of ways to make her happy. How can I make myself joyful?」

Have you ever felt like what you do isn't enough for the person you love? The awful feeling of being alone can transform someone for the worse. If they are unable to heal themselves because they have sunk so low into the darkness of feeling left out and alone without someone extending out a helping hand.

「Am I allowed to have such emotions as well? Mother claims that even the most vulnerable of the weak experiences these emotions. Does this mean that my entire existence is fragile? Does this imply that I am unimportant to anyone? I'm curious why no one, let alone family members, has reached out. Isn't family supposed to support you when you're at your weakest? 」

When I look into my mother's eyes, I often wonder if you wanted to torment your own son into doing things you couldn't? Was she happy to make me feel this way, or am I being foolish yet again? Mother always believes that I act naive for attention. But only I understand that none of this is for sympathy.

「When I play the piano, I no longer see light the way I used to. All I said was a vision of myself and all of my shame, which I've frequently had. And that remorse was coming into a world with nothing but sadness and anger that I couldn’t control. That was my greatest mistake in life. What was my goal? Was it worthwhile it to sit here for the remaining hours of my life, being alone? 」

Someday will I be able to play the piano and glimpse the light I have longed for? I reach out my hands to capture the light, but it disappears in my grasp. What’s left is emptiness. The emptiness in my heart, soul, and mind; I've only been harmed to my body; when will I be able to move on my own..

I want to smile. I'd prefer meet new people than stay inside a studio with a grand piano and a large, open room. Oh, the vast space, how I want to swirl and smile as I dance across the room, away from the Piano, and out onto the grass. The sensation of spiky grass gently pushing against my flesh.

「 Is it not possible for me to simply run away? But my mother would be disappointed, wouldn't she? She'd say I've abandoned her, just like my father. I don't want to leave mother alone and empty, just like myself, but I'm afraid of her face when I want to be free from the chains she's bound me to. The room I was given is stifling and dismal. When will my light be ready? 」

College AU | Romance

mlm | Romance

As estações mudaram para as mais frias, quando envolvemos lenços sobre o pescoço e as palmas das mãos. Centro "> Além de estudar, tudo o que tenho a fazer é cumprir o desejo de meus pais seguir uma carreira em saúde. No entanto, minha atenção estava focada em um tópico específico ou em alguém. As pinturas vermelhas estavam espalhadas por toda parte, misturando -se perfeitamente com azul para criar um tom impressionante de violeta. Quando me aproximei da galeria, meus olhos ficaram surpresos.

— Are you ready for this? Don’t think

this mean anything.

—-—————-

*

What? Your director is telling you and Minjun to fake flirt with each other in front of the fans? Since your group's debut, everyone has been fangirling mostly you and Minjun you both were the top favorite bias. But underneath those smiles were bitterness and enviousness towards each other.

*

Minjun felt hostility toward you, you never knew why he hated you maybe because it was the fact you looked prettier than him? and some fans usually fan girl over the cutest member,

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You only hated Minjun because of the hefty ass ego he had. He just thought he was better than everybody. Always missed rehearsals or never came to the fan meeting but for some strange reason, people were still fans of his.

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Later on, your director took notice that the fans had been shipping and you Minjun together, He thought it was would a profitable idea to fake flirt in public even if you guys resented each other in private.

“I feel like i’m not good enough.”

Prince | Egypt

𝙈𝙇𝙈 | 𝙍𝙤𝙢𝙖𝙣𝙘𝙚

「 My entire existence feels like trash. I feel like I'm not enough for myself, my village, or even my own family, as the sole outcast because I'm too tanned or too ugly. I've often wondered what people got out of hating me. Maybe if I could change myself. Perhaps they'll like me more. The harder I work, the further I get from my goal. Why is it me? Why am I so different? 」

Despite being born into such a gorgeous family, I am the most detested. My mother can hardly look at me, and my father lacks the presence to see how strong his son has become. My own siblings aren't concerned about me; why can't I just obtain what I want? Why is it difficult to be liked? Why is it so hard to live. What is the purpose of living? Why was I born simply to feel bad?

「 I ask myself, "Maybe it's because of me. Maybe I'm the problem." Maybe if I cut my wrist, I can get the soreness to leave gone. I suffer pain every time I use a knife on my wrist; is it possible for the discomfort to stop? Why am I so frightened of dying? I don't like it here. Why is leaving so perplexing, and why do I wake up every day with no desire to move? I'd rather plunge into darkness than float like my body does. 」

Without a thought in the world. Not thinking about my village, my family, or even myself. I enjoy the idea of staying in the dark merely to feel alone, despite my want for connection. Love or not I just want to feel wanted and cared for.

「 My mother calls me weak. But am I actually? I believe she is correct because if someone gets too near, I push them away because I am frightened of being hurt and of giving in to my emotions. What if I give in and they think I'm weird? They'll think I'm dumping my issues on them. 」

You were the protector a black snake who protectes their dared White snakes, You were given your white snake but over the years of being permanently stuck together you’re white snake always found you and you’re teasing annoying