Sorry that I haven't updated for a long time its because I was out of
ideas..
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1 week later.
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The blade felt cool pressed against his skin. He couldn't bring himself to press any harder.
"Why can't I bring myself to do this?" he whispered.
Will let the tears fall freely for the 3rd time that day. Every day he tired to press the same blade harder into his wrist and everyday he failed. He tired to stop himself from thinking those thoughts, but he couldn't. Sometimes he would cry.
He was clinging to hope that someday Jack would come back. come back for him. Knowing him he was probably out with some random wench, laughing like everything in the world was good. Smiling without a care in the world.
"Damn you Jack Sparrow!" he cried.
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"Damn you Will Tuner!"
Jack threw the empty bottle against the wall. "Why? Why are you doing this too me?"
Jack lay on the ground, eyeliner wiped away along with the tears. Closing his eyes and searched for another bottle of rum. He fingers scrapped across the broken glass. He opened his eyes and looked at his hand, the same hand that had the scar from the adventure. And at the end all that.. Nice hat?!?
He smiled when he felt the bottle, but frowned when it was empty..
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That is only for now...
o-o-o-o-o-o-o-o
1 week later.
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The blade felt cool pressed against his skin. He couldn't bring himself to press any harder.
"Why can't I bring myself to do this?" he whispered.
Will let the tears fall freely for the 3rd time that day. Every day he tired to press the same blade harder into his wrist and everyday he failed. He tired to stop himself from thinking those thoughts, but he couldn't. Sometimes he would cry.
He was clinging to hope that someday Jack would come back. come back for him. Knowing him he was probably out with some random wench, laughing like everything in the world was good. Smiling without a care in the world.
"Damn you Jack Sparrow!" he cried.
===
"Damn you Will Tuner!"
Jack threw the empty bottle against the wall. "Why? Why are you doing this too me?"
Jack lay on the ground, eyeliner wiped away along with the tears. Closing his eyes and searched for another bottle of rum. He fingers scrapped across the broken glass. He opened his eyes and looked at his hand, the same hand that had the scar from the adventure. And at the end all that.. Nice hat?!?
He smiled when he felt the bottle, but frowned when it was empty..
=-=-=-=
That is only for now...