all-hallos-eve

[all-hallos-eve]

How do people go through this?

The tiredness of one's feelings.

The tiredness of losing to another.

It shouldn't have been a competition.

You assured me it wasn't, but then why did I lose?

Why can't I get you out of my head?

Have you planted some sick device in my brain?

All I have to ask of you is

Why?

[all-hallos-eve]

You forced me to say my feelings to you.

Then you ask the impossible of me.

Keep the emotions alive you ask, even though I don't have a chance.

How cruel of you.

But I can't help but keep my hopes up.

My hope to feel your lips once more.

The hope that I will get more than I bargained for.

[all-hallos-eve]

I wish it weren't true, my feelings for you.

Your brown eyes steal my dreams away.

Your hair looks so soft, will you let me thread my fingers through it?

I try with all my might to keep you out of my thoughts.

I'm so tired

I'm tired of competing with other girls.

I'm tired of feeling forgotten.

I'm tired of getting pushed away.

So please leave my dreams and set me free.

[all-hallos-eve]

Short Story #1 (the soulmate)

Everyone knows that at birth a song is planted in your brain that no one else knows except for you and your soulmate. You have always been so busy with everyday life that you never gave it much thought. The idea of a soulmate was just to good to be true.

And to find one? Just unreal! You would probably have to travel the world at least twice over to find him. But, you did like to daydream that he was a knight in shinning armour, kicking down the front door to your small house and sweeping you off your feet. Just to whisk you away to his castle far away.

But those daydreams only came when your boss would find someone else to pick on at your job, and not load you up with pages upon pages of work that could probably stack up to heaven if you tried to stack them. You've had a horrible day today, your boss being worse than normal, gave you the short end of the stick again.

You trusted home and dropped your bag and papers on the floor and made your way upstairs to your bedroom. You quickly changed and got into bed not caring about anything else but the promise of sleep that is soon to come. But in looking towards the promise of sleep you forgot to do one small thing. Close the front door.

You woke with a jolt. Someone is downstairs in your house. You can hear them accidentally step on the creaking floor boards, and stumble around some of the stuff on your floor that you forgot to pick up. You hear some quiet talking and make out a couple of words.

"Upstairs, finish, kill"

You turn a paper shade of white and your blood runs cold. You carefully get out of bed and creep towards your second story window. All the while hearing a pair of footsteps walking gently up the stairs. THUMP THUMP THUMP. A steady beat of either the footsteps or your heart pumping adrenaline into your veins, you couldn't tell.

You raise the window lane as far up as it could go planning on jumping and landing in the bushes that are right below you. That is until you Froze hearing someone whistle a tune. Getting closer and closer. You didn't freeze from how close it was you froze because you know that time.

It was the song you had ingrained in your brain that only your soulmate would know.

The door to your bedroom creeped open slowly and you see a man with sandy, curly hair, and green eyes looking back at you. You don't hesitate and launch yourself out the window. You land in the bushes with a loud third and scramble to your feet. You take off in a sprint only to be pulled back into a sturdy chest.

You make an 'omph' sound upon impact and tilt your head up to stare at the sandy haired man again. He must be jumped out the window after you. You lower your head and close your eyes, waiting for death to greet you. But after a couple of seconds the man holding you just whistle your tune again.

You start shaking, trying to hold yourself back from singing along with him. You will not be that one girl that begs for her life in the last few seconds that you have. Sensing a change in behavior the man behind you stops whistling and leans low next to your ear.

"Nice to meet you MATE."

You shake harder and try to trash about. That doesn't deter him though. He holds you up and throws you over his shoulder like a sack of potatoes and starts walking. He walks to the front of your house towards a black van. He opens the back door and puts you down gently, like you were a precious glass doll.

He then walks towards the passenger seat and gets in. He turns towards the wheel and thinks once. Another man comes running out and hops into said seat. The driver turns around and stares at you. Then he turns towards your mate and says "Soulmate?"

Your mate nods his head and then the van starts. You can't believe this. You are being kidnapped by you soulmate. You sit at the very back of the van pondering on what will happen to you now.

The END!

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