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It may be an ocean you have to swim, but do not be intimidated. For you have lifeboats all around you, making sure you keep going. - Myself, Rayne E. Rubino

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The snow is on the tops of the trees, the flakes floating delicately down. One rests on my hand, for just a second, melting before I can fully behold its wonder.

Her blood colours the snow beneath her body. She was still warm, I'm unsure for how much longer that would be. I wiped my hands on my jacket, much too light for this weather. But I was not cold. I was still hot with anger.

She ruined me. Now, I've ruined her.

Her face looked serene, but I couldn't bring myself to ruin it. Her beauty still was unmistakably apparent to me, and I knew in that moment: I loved her.

"Fuck, Nat! What- what did I do?" I dropped to my knees. "Natalie! Answer me you fucker! Don't you die!" I ripped open her sweater and shirt, trying to find the puncture my knife had left. Once I found it, I immediately put pressure on it. "Don't die on me, Natalie! You're all I have! Please, don't die. Please...."

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A Touch Of Cinnamon

When I looked at her, her eyes glistened. She smelled like a rainy day in October. My hand lingered on the door handle while she stood under the awning of my porch.

"Can I come in?" She asked. I blinked, shocked, and angry. Why was she here? She's the one who left.

"No." Is all I could manage to say. Her skin was still the same color as ground cinnamon, warm and comforting. I wanted to slam the door in her face.

"Cody, let me in. I'm here to talk. You need help." She stepped forward and I tensed. Her face softened.

I shook my head and walked into my kitchen. "You're not going to help, you know. I'm just going to keep going like this." I grabbed my bottle of whiskey and poured it into my coffee. I wasn't ready for the day if I didn't have it.

She walked in and closed the door behind her, sighing. "You don't have to be in this alone, you know I care about you. Why are you doing this to yourself?"

"You know why." I glared at her and took a swig of whiskey straight from the bottle. I've come to like the fire-like burn in my stomach.

Nat walked over to me, placing a hand on my shoulder. "I left because I had to, I was destroying you. You needed to live without me. But, now I see that may be worse."

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HONESTLY WE'RE ALL CRAZY AT THIS POINT

"How do you write such realistic dialogue-" I TALK TO MYSELF. I TALK TO MYSELF AND I PRETEND I AM THE ONE SAYING THE LINE. LIKE SANITY IS SLOWLY SLIPPING FROM BETWEEN MY FINGERS WITH EVERY MEASLY WORD THEY TYPE OUT. THAT IS HOW.

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KITTIESSSSSSSSSSSSS

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"You're mine," He licked and kissed at my ear, his hand gripping my braid, "don't you forget that." He tugged on my hair once before releasing me. "Now, go put that dress on for the banquet. We leave soon."

I blushed and hastily took a breath. He wants to play that game? He's ought to know that I don't play fair.

"Yes, Mr. Grey."

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Chapter one, Welcome.

You know the feeling of finding that one book, the joy you feel of the pages under your fingertips. Then they rip the joy from you. The cover closes. You're at the end.

Tell me, does it hurt? Does it hurt when you read that last sentence? When you know your world of calm, your escape from reality is gone?

Does it make you sad when you know you can never read it for the first time again? Does it make you sad when the pages collect dust because you can't bear to read it again, to go through that once more?

It's okay, you're home now. Take a deep breath and let me tend to those wounds they have torn into your chapters.