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i have no clue where this is going...
i dont have the old files for my old stories and that jus destroyed me. im not sure ill be updating what i have... ill see. but i started writing this at the spur of the moment. i have Garbage-Crush and Garbage&NIN-Crushingly Close on repeat...
... this is weird...
this is in Chester's P O V...
Crushingly Close
I would die for you...
I could watch you for hours... countless hours and you wouldn’t notice me. It hurts and breaks my heart, but I
won’t be ignored.
The friends that gather around you protect you and put you on a pedestal. They make you high and you’re safely
protected, but I will get you alone. You will believe in me, and you will see, I can never be ignored.
You’re on your first year here at this school. I’ve fallen in love with many boys, but none like you. You’re somehow
different. You’re innocent and pure and I want to break you. I want to show you...
The class is large, so I remain hidden in a sea of faces. Your joyous and exuberant face melts me and makes me
want you more. Your fluid and calm movements make me want to run my hands along you’re skin... feeling you.
I want to fuck you...
In the second year of this course, I am thankful that you remain in this course. Everyday my hunger for you grows.
I would die for you... Seeing you sparks something inside me and it gives me adrenaline. I’d kill and die just to feel
you beside me, to touch you, to stroke you, to know that you’re mine.
This feeling... it’s different. It’s a need, a want, to know that you’re mine. I want you and I would go to any lengths
to have you... you’re mine. I pray that I can have you. I’ll sell my soul to the devil for someone so pure, someone
untainted and untouched. Someone like you...
This feeling, as much as I try, won’t leave me. You’re everywhere... You roam my brain and torture me. You break
my heart and tease me. I can hear your voice even when I’m talking... You can’t help me think of something else...
But you can help another way.
But I had to start slowly... I made you notice me. I asked for your help and your kindness is overwhelmingly true.
We became friends and that excited me. Many times, I wanted to fuck you right there and then. You excite me and
pump blood in my veins.
As we became closer, my hunger got deeper.
I will feel pain for you... I will twist the knife and bleed my aching heart and tear it apart just to be with you. I
need you more than ever.
I would die for you...
Oddly enough, you’re quite flirtatious. I’m not sure if you’re aware you are, but you do it. You blush when I would
say something to compliment you. You look away shyly and pretend to hide you’re smile and rosey cheeks. It
stimulated me...
errr... etc~~
i dont have the old files for my old stories and that jus destroyed me. im not sure ill be updating what i have... ill see. but i started writing this at the spur of the moment. i have Garbage-Crush and Garbage&NIN-Crushingly Close on repeat...
... this is weird...
this is in Chester's P O V...
Crushingly Close
I would die for you...
I could watch you for hours... countless hours and you wouldn’t notice me. It hurts and breaks my heart, but I
won’t be ignored.
The friends that gather around you protect you and put you on a pedestal. They make you high and you’re safely
protected, but I will get you alone. You will believe in me, and you will see, I can never be ignored.
You’re on your first year here at this school. I’ve fallen in love with many boys, but none like you. You’re somehow
different. You’re innocent and pure and I want to break you. I want to show you...
The class is large, so I remain hidden in a sea of faces. Your joyous and exuberant face melts me and makes me
want you more. Your fluid and calm movements make me want to run my hands along you’re skin... feeling you.
I want to fuck you...
In the second year of this course, I am thankful that you remain in this course. Everyday my hunger for you grows.
I would die for you... Seeing you sparks something inside me and it gives me adrenaline. I’d kill and die just to feel
you beside me, to touch you, to stroke you, to know that you’re mine.
This feeling... it’s different. It’s a need, a want, to know that you’re mine. I want you and I would go to any lengths
to have you... you’re mine. I pray that I can have you. I’ll sell my soul to the devil for someone so pure, someone
untainted and untouched. Someone like you...
This feeling, as much as I try, won’t leave me. You’re everywhere... You roam my brain and torture me. You break
my heart and tease me. I can hear your voice even when I’m talking... You can’t help me think of something else...
But you can help another way.
But I had to start slowly... I made you notice me. I asked for your help and your kindness is overwhelmingly true.
We became friends and that excited me. Many times, I wanted to fuck you right there and then. You excite me and
pump blood in my veins.
As we became closer, my hunger got deeper.
I will feel pain for you... I will twist the knife and bleed my aching heart and tear it apart just to be with you. I
need you more than ever.
I would die for you...
Oddly enough, you’re quite flirtatious. I’m not sure if you’re aware you are, but you do it. You blush when I would
say something to compliment you. You look away shyly and pretend to hide you’re smile and rosey cheeks. It
stimulated me...
errr... etc~~