ButterflyXMoonlight

“Thanks, mommy!” You said as you walked outside of your house. You went over to one of the windows and smelled the flowers. All along the windows on the outside of your house were rectangular vases filled with flowers. You mother had tasked you with watering these flowers. Your plastic watering can splashed water all over the ground as your went onto your tiptoes and sprinkled the water over the flowers.    A lot of water was going on the ground than into the pots due to your height. Well, you were four years old after all. You went over to the next pot and watered the flowers there. The plants looked sad in this area. They rece

“Thanks, mommy!” You said as you walked outside of your house. You went over to one of the windows and smelled the flowers. All along the windows on the outside of your house were rectangular vases filled with flowers. You mother had tasked you with watering these flowers. Your plastic watering can splashed water all over the ground as your went onto your tiptoes and sprinkled the water over the flowers.    A lot of water was going on the ground than into the pots due to your height. Well, you were four years old after all. You went over to the next pot and watered the flowers there. The plants looked sad in this area. They rece

“Thanks, mommy!” You said as you walked outside of your house. You went over to one of the windows and smelled the flowers. All along the windows on the outside of your house were rectangular vases filled with flowers. You mother had tasked you with watering these flowers. Your plastic watering can splashed water all over the ground as your went onto your tiptoes and sprinkled the water over the flowers.    A lot of water was going on the ground than into the pots due to your height. Well, you were four years old after all. You went over to the next pot and watered the flowers there. The plants looked sad in this area. They rece

You stayed in your seat for a few minutes. Canada came around in front of you to question this action. "[Y/N], aren't you going to go get your choice?" He asked. You nodded your head. Of course you were. He was right here anyways. He had always been there for you. Always. He had confessed first. He was your best friend. He was your neighbor. He helped you and cared for you. He meant more to you than any other country in this house. He was the one for you. Canada. Matthew Williams. "Umm...so what are you waiting for?" He asked in his gentle voice. "I'm not waiting for anything." "What do you mean?" Canada was deeply confused. He was your be

|~12 Hours Later~| There you were, at a dog park waiting for Francis. He heard from someone (most likely your boss) that you liked dogs. It was a little bit awkward to be at a dog park with no dog, though. You sat on a bench and patiently waited. "Kind of weird that we didn't walk here together..." You thought. You watched dogs play with each other, run around, and give playful barks. You began to wonder if maybe a dog or even a cat could help you stay healthy. Maybe something to care for could be a step forward from overcoming your constant depression. "Bonjour, mon petite rose!" You heard. Looking up, you saw Francis with a dog. It was a

One thing ran through your mind when you heard your mother's voice from downstairs. "Who was here?" That's what you thought. You got up from your bed and looked out the window to barely see the bit of blonde hair. Oh hell no. Was Basch here?! No, no, no. You rubbed your temples. Life as you knew it was now over! You had screwed up back at school! What now?! You were so frustrated...so nervous. What to do?! "UGH! THIS IS BULLSHIT!" You yelled as your flipped your table over. Usually you would laugh at doing such as thing but now wasn't the time for that. You took a pillow from your bed and threw it at you door, only to end up hitting Basch

The story of Violet, a freshman college student, as she struggles with depression, low self-esteem, making friendships, and figuring out what adults call a crush. "When an idea strikes and just won’t go away it starts to become annoying. Trying to go to sleep at night it strikes you again, reminding you that it’s still there and to not forget about it. You’ll try to forget about it until one late night you finally can’t take it anymore. You have to do something about it, no matter how wrong it may seem. No one will ever know the answer unless they try. Was it worth it?" Chapter One: Think Before You Speak        

There was a quick knock on your door.    “Coming!” You shouted. You wanted to hurry up and get out of your house before you parents tried to take pictures. You didn’t want photographic memories of this horrid twisted night. You just didn’t want to hurt your friend Sora’s heart.    You opened the door to see Sora holding a plastic container holding your corsage. You hurried up to push him out the door then close it behind you.    “Um, hello?” Sora said. He handed you the corsage and you took it.    “Sorry I just didn’t want my parents to-”    “Wow! You look really nice

You were really tired of the constant fighting when you hadn’t done anything wrong. You felt that if you had breathed the wrong way that you would be attacked. It took a long talk and many different opinions, but eventually the two of you decided it was best to part ways. The relationship wasn’t prosperous for either party. There was constant jealousy and deep down the two of you knew that your hearts had belonged to others. The relationship was just a trial between two lost hearts that had gone nowhere with the ones they had truly loved.    It had been awhile since the breakup and things were starting to go back to normal. Your

“Ah, he caught me staring.” You said as you looked at Xion. “He probably thinks I’m weird now.”    “Why would you care?” Xion questioned. She gave you a nudge and you tried your hardest to keep your pink cheeks from turning red, but physics made it impossible.    “Well he’s only here because of Vanitas. He probably feels left out...like I do.” You muttered the last part under your breath. You didn’t want your new friends to feel bad for bringing you here without knowing many people as closely as they did.    “Maybe you should try talking to him?” Namine sugges