Wishful Thinking.
In reverse
Our character...is an omen of our destiny, and the more integrity we have and keep, the simpler and nobler that destiny is likely to be.
Integrity
in-teg-ri-tee
–noun
1. Adherence to moral and ethical principles; soundness of moral character; honesty.
2. The state of being whole, entire, or undiminished: to preserve the integrity of a person's heart. Keeping it pure, untouched by hatred. Keeping it golden.
3. A sound, unimpaired, or perfect condition: the integrity of a dime.
-Synonyms: Candor, Decency, Entireness, Honesty, Honour, Probity, Rectitude, Reliability, Sincerity, Truth, Truthfulness, Upstandingness, Veracity, Virtue, Wholeness.
-Antonyms: Dishonesty, Disunity, Diversity, Unfairness.
4. Is integrity really needed?
yes.
a. It defines for others who you are. When someone thinks of you inevitably, they will think about whether or not you have integrity. People want to know if you're for real.
b. It determines how you will react in certain situations. When you are faced with circumstances in which you must decide about doing either right or wrong, your integrity, or lack of it, will determine what you choose.
In a way it can act as your conscience, ethics, morals, ect. Whatever. Right or wrong. Good or bad. They're all the same. Not that it even matters anymore.
Integrity. It's something you are raised with. Your parents either teach it to you, or don't.
Integrity is something I lack in all definitions, actions and synonyms.
My parents weren't around for virtually all my nineteen years, I don't blame them. And after the incident they completely stopped seeing me. I was an imperfection, a breech in their fucking perfect Fisher name. My mother always hated imperfections.
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The diminutive fragments of integrity that made up my heart were diminished the moment I made a deal with the devil, -Well, Claire Lyons, but same difference-
When I was questioned about the disappearance, I lied.
Closing up any faint hope I had of ever redeeming myself.
Redeeming my integrity. Redeeming my cold, cold heart. Saving Massie from a treacherous fate.
If only, I'd been honest in the first place,
They may have found her.
Alive.
Claire had said the best thing to do was lie,
That way neither of us got hurt.
She was wrong.
The girl I loved.
Gone.
Broken.
Lost.
I did this all to her.
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Every little insignificant piece of my ice cold heart shatters, cracking into tiny irrelevant waste. Never to be seen again.
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There was one way, to escape.
She won't be happy to see me, but I'd be going to a different place.
A different afterlife.
I don't belong in heaven. I belong with all the other darkened, heartless souls.
fin.
AN: what do you think?
Was it bad? Good, okay? I sort of started typing and all thus came out.
But please review. No matter how much this makes no sense. I would love to hear your thoughts and if I should keep writing. This is the first story I've ever written. So maybe you could cut me some slack. -Insert some sort of smile here-
Flames, criticism, tips, ect, are also fine, as long as they are honest.