Meaning of 'loving'
I don't own SM
I own story
Based on original my short story
about Christmas(untitled)
R&R pls…
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.:. written in Mamoru's P.O.V. .:.
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Darien Shields walk into a dimly lit pathway. Red and white roses in his hands as he walks with the moon watching over him.
It's Christmas eve and he is supposed to be happy. He had everything, almost. A big emphasis on 'almost'. He had it once but he lost it. He lost it because he didn't care. He didn't seem to see her nor give a damn about it.
He look down at the ground and tears started to well up in his eyelids. He sat down on the cold snowy ground of December. Tears cascaded down from his hooded eyes. It is Christmas and he learned the meaning of loving the hard way. He learned it but he loses it. He learned it in the expense of losing someone. He loss her.
He looked down at the marble tomb. It had been exactly a year ago. A year since she committed suicide, leaving a letter behind. A letter that told him that he never give a damn about her. That he always took her for granted, though it had been true. He neglected her, don't give a damn about her, took her for granted. But he is sorry now. His only reason to live, his love, lie cold and dead six feet below the ground. He now had a broken hard that will always be. He look again at the tomb. There engraved this words:
Serena Moon Shields
June 30, 1980 - December 24, 2001
"Merry Christmas, my love. I love you always." He said and curled up next to
her grave in a sleep.
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The end
HCK
I don't own SM
I own story
Based on original my short story
about Christmas(untitled)
R&R pls…
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
.:. written in Mamoru's P.O.V. .:.
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
Darien Shields walk into a dimly lit pathway. Red and white roses in his hands as he walks with the moon watching over him.
It's Christmas eve and he is supposed to be happy. He had everything, almost. A big emphasis on 'almost'. He had it once but he lost it. He lost it because he didn't care. He didn't seem to see her nor give a damn about it.
He look down at the ground and tears started to well up in his eyelids. He sat down on the cold snowy ground of December. Tears cascaded down from his hooded eyes. It is Christmas and he learned the meaning of loving the hard way. He learned it but he loses it. He learned it in the expense of losing someone. He loss her.
He looked down at the marble tomb. It had been exactly a year ago. A year since she committed suicide, leaving a letter behind. A letter that told him that he never give a damn about her. That he always took her for granted, though it had been true. He neglected her, don't give a damn about her, took her for granted. But he is sorry now. His only reason to live, his love, lie cold and dead six feet below the ground. He now had a broken hard that will always be. He look again at the tomb. There engraved this words:
Serena Moon Shields
June 30, 1980 - December 24, 2001
"Merry Christmas, my love. I love you always." He said and curled up next to
her grave in a sleep.
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The end
HCK