When Pete gets back to the loft, he pushes his way through the door (past Mikey and Alicia, almost knocking him down) and runs up the stairs. He’s never moved that fast in his life or death-nothing but a dark blur.
Patrick is gone. The bed is made and his bag is gone and there isn’t even a whiff of Patrick carried on the
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Loved this so much and i would definately say yes if you were thinking of writing a sequal.
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i might, i'm not sure--about the sequel. i guess i'll just see what happens with my brain xD
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i love this.
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uh...
me=....*speechless*
AIE. freaking amazing. loved the ending.
kinda sad its over, but i love it. nice job.
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*Dead*
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umm. is that a good thing or a bad thing?
i hope it's the former.
i'd hate to get in trouble.
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good writer, very good writer. good writer write more? *puppy dog eyes*
that is such a tongue twister, too. lol.
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thank you <3
it makes me feel so special when other writers compliment me! i'm all giggly now.
i am actually considering writing more on this fic, but i'm not quite sure.
also! i don't want to seem forward, but i really like your fic mr. brightside and wanna make sure i don't miss a thing. [aka, LET'S BE FRIENDS <333 ]
i'ma gonna add you <33 you seem awesome!
xDD
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and it makes me so ridiculously happy that you like it enough to reread it!
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