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"That's not fair!I should've won!I only had,like,three hearts!"Jerome was ranting on about how he should've one the PvP match.Mitch was only grinning and giggling at his friend's anger.True,he had low health,but he should've paid more attention when he was coming.
"It's not my fault you suck at PvP."Mitch said,the smirk on his face could be heard through his voice."Shut up Mitch,I don't suck,Preston does."Jerome folded his arms and huffed.
His actions made Mitch giggle even more.Jerome could be so childish at times.But,he's interesting that way."Whatever,Preston (Perston :L) does suck a PvP,but you do too."Mitch swirled in his chair and grinned wider."I was low on hearts!I already told you that!"Jerome's attitude was what interested him the most.All his emotions made him fall for his best friend.He never noticed this,though.It didn't make Jerome dense,Mitch just hid it well is all."It's not my fault that I have swag and you don't."Mitch's smile widened even
SolaceShe never slept well in the dark,
not without the children of the sun and moon
to guide her weary lids home.
Guided by the aftermath, she was always two steps behind.
What did the world look like to the girl who had been through it all?
Braved the heaviest of storms,
yet skipping over cracks in the pavement.
They said her eyes were the wisps of clouds before the storm.
To him they were reflections of pages overlooked.
She said it was like she lived the life of someone she had never met.
Laid out to dry, yesterdays news.
He knew her as the girl who was built to never collapse.
He wished he was too.
He loved her more than words could say, and yet her pain was such,
that at times, he feared she wouldn’t make it.
But on nights like these, even when it threatened to consume her,
he became convinced that somehow she would.
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