Something of a Mystery Chapter 15 SuperWhoTorLock by LostTotheHoping, literature
Literature
Something of a Mystery Chapter 15 SuperWhoTorLock
Something of a Mystery
Chapter 15: Something of an Intrusion
Warning: OCs (unavoidable, really, so get over it), altering of Supernatural plotlines, Timey-Wimey stuff, etc
Rating: T, to be safe
Disclaimer: Characters and Supernatural, Doctor Who, Torchwood and Sherlock do not belong to me, but to their Moffat, Kripke and all associated thus. I am responsible for creating this alternate universe, and the story line only. Please do not take and use or post elsewhere without my permission.
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“He’s in here,” the nurse said with a faint, soft smile for Sam as she lead them into the hospital room. “Please keep it quie
Wouldn't it be nice?
To forget the woes,
The tears and cutting words,
To just forgive and forget?
But I can't, not today.
Though I long to see your smile,
To imagine your laughter,
These tragic wounds breed regret.
It's a sorrowful feeling,
Wondering if we could ever speak,
Ever listen to each other again.
Can't you understand?
My heart is ripped to pieces,
Though I pretend it's nothing,
Make like I haven't a care in the world.
Maybe you just can't comprehend.
It's a feeling here,
Thud, thud, thud in my chest.
I regret because you will never see me again;
I long to forget but that simply isn't a choice.
Goodbye, sweet girl
Please don't cry,
Don't fall apart
Hold my hand
While he departs
I love you, I love you
Don't give up
Close your eyes
Forget your pain
Forgive the lies
I love you, I love you
My sweetest angel
My precious friend
This is life
So live again
I love you, I love you
Dear little girl
With clear blue eyes
The kindest smile
The wholehearted guise
I love you, I love you
Please don't cry
Don't fall apart
I'll hold your hand
While he breaks your heart
Because I love you.
I love you.
Close your eyes and just listen.
Breathe slowly, quietly.
Concentrate on the sounds around you.
Hear the music of life, dare not weep for fear of interrupting its beauty.
Kiss the fingertips of Fate, brush the tattered robes of Death.
Breathe in, exhale.
Live.
Dare not tempt thy virtues, dare not corrupt thy blessed pains.
Fear nothing in this world but fear itself.
Pause. Listen.
The anger shows, and I pity it.
Can you not see it?
It aches, it aches, like being born.
Like being torn from the womb, so wonderful and wretched.
Forget what you've known all along.
Even the truths taught to you by ages.
Just listen.
Breathe
>.>; Yeah. So. Still alive. And stuff. More Importantly:
I need to get back into writing! So, I'm opening up requests. Same deal as it used to be. Original, fanfic, etc. Either a 10 piece drabble fic, a one shot, a two shot or a simple drabble. I'll need the specifics of the request either here, or by Note. You're also welcome to email me at Losttothehoping@gmail.com OR my new email, EphemeralKitsuneKit@gmail.com. Thanks and I look forward to writing for you!
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Yeah. And a begrudging college student. I. Hate. Math. WHY did I think Business was my cup of tea!?
Yeah. Didn't move, but I'm joining her for Christmas!
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I have to do homework now. Bye.