Favourite genre of music: Rock, Screamo, Country
Personal Quote: Be yourself, not who others want you to be
You come to me with scars on yMy Last Night AloneYou come to me with scars on y by ~sasorianddeidaralove
You come to me with scars on your wrist
You tell me this will be the last night feeling like this
I walked to his house, the jacket I wore was torn but it hid my wrist.
I knocked on the door; he opened it a few seconds later. “Kamryn?”
He saw the tears forming in my eyes and my jacket and pulled me in the house and into his arms.
“What happened, Kamryn? You can tell me.”
I just came to say goodbye
I didn't want you to see me cry, I'm fine
But I know it's a lie
I tried to get out of his arms, which he saw and let me go.
I looked down at the floor as the tears grew. “Kamryn?”
His hand picked up my head and looked in my eyes. “What happened?”
I looked away again and rubbed my eyes. “I wanted to say good bye… I’m sorry; I didn’t want to start crying. I’m fine.” He held my cheeks in his hands. “You’re lying.”
This is the last night you'll spend alone
Look me in the eyes
Hetalia: Tangled- Amaya and KaoruPrologueHetalia: Tangled- Amaya and Kaoru by ~sasorianddeidaralove
The county, Japan had the most wonderful rulers; Queen Elizaveta and her husband King Gilbert. Though the King didn't always take things seriously, he knew that soon he would need to, for her wife was about to another baby.
They had other kids; Yao, Kiku, and Mei, they were having a sister, Amaya. But, Elizaveta got sick, very sick. Instead of looking for a miracle, the people of Japan started looking for a magic, golden flower. The flower had powers that could heal the sick and/or wounded.
While no one from the county could find the flower, there was one who did, Francis Bonnefoy. The man had known about the flower for hundreds of years. For he had used the magic to keep himself young and beautiful. And all he had to do was sing a song; Flower, gleam and glow, let your power shine. Make the clock reverse; bring back what once was mine. Heal what has been hurt, change the Fates' design. Save what has been lost, bring back what once was mine. What once was
Home ComingMy daughter let out a sharp cry at the sound of another bomb explosion. It was 1941, and the Second Sino-Japanese War was still going on. My husband and my brother were out there, fight in the war while I was in the bomb shelter with our twins. My six year old girl, Ming, was in my arms crying her eyes out into my shoulder while her brother, Yoru, was sitting against the wall next to me, trying to block out the sounds. "M-mommy… why are they doing this? And why can't daddy come home?" Ming sodded out. "I… I don't know, sweetie. I really don't know and daddy will be home soon." 'I hope.' I could never say that out loud, I knew how hard it would hurt her. "Ming, it will be okay. This will end soon and dad will come home, I promise." She looked over at her brother. "You promise, Yoru?" He nodded. "Have I ever broken a promise?" "N-no." It wasn't too long before the bombs stopped and Ming's crying did to. She was now asleep in one of the small beds while Yoru and I were still against the wHome Coming by ~sasorianddeidaralove