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He was sitting in the middle of the room. He held a photo tightly in his hands. The red and swollen eyes, and the hard body, betrayed the boy's condition. He had spent the night crying and in the same position. Just like yesterday, the day before yesterday, and so on. The boy could barely recognize the faces anymore. Almost. He carried this photo everywhere he went as if it were a good luck charm. He never took it out of his pocket. That's why she was so wrecked, she'd been hit in the washing machine over and over again. He could barely recognize his face.
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"I can set myself on fire and be noticed." Heello pessoas! Prazer, meu nome é Aline, mas vocês podem me chamar de Allie, eu ten...
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I fell and placed both my hands on the floor, coughing as I tried to catch my breath. I looked up and it all happened so quickly. It felt like someone had turned everything into slow motion. I saw the oni turning into black smoke, I saw Allison next to me, smiling at me, trying to help me up and I saw an oni, with its sword raised, coming towards me. Allison's direction, which remained completely unaware of the latter's existence. “ALLISOOOOON!” I heard Isaac screaming through his werewolf fangs. The worry in his eyes. So many emotions being conveyed in a desperate scream. I looked at him and saw how much he loved her, how much he valued her safety. How desperate he was to be able to save her. I saw his heart crying out for one thing. One thing only. Allison. He would never love me like that. Nobody would ever love me like that. Nobody would ever care about me like that. Maybe... Just maybe, if Allison weren't here. Maybe they would love me as much as they loved her. Maybe Isaac would want me as much as he wanted her. Maybe I didn't feel like such a burden. Maybe I could really be happy. I just had to let the oni do its job. I just had to close my eyes and let the oni kill her. So. I closed my eyes.
"Allison can't play with you anymore, Allie." He stared at her feet and the little girl could see how he was crying. "Daddy? What are you talking about? Why are you crying?" Alicia hated to see her father crying. It was as if things weren't right. She crawled a little towards him, wrapping her little arms around her father, pressing her small body against his. "She can't play with you anymore honey. Allison's gone. She's gone to a better place."
They were finally together and safe, but the scars from what they went through will live with them forever, that's not all bad, scars serve to remind us of things we've learned and moments not to be repeated, but they had to decide whether they were willing to truly learn from their past or relive it.
Stiles was eventually kidnapped by Gerard. But when he was saved, he could no longer see.
As long as he who inhabits the heart of the damned does not utter his love for him aloud, the red rose will trace his body, causing him pain to death.
Being a demigod was far from one of Lavinia's favorite things, going on quests, almost getting killed daily, dealing with selfish gods and stupid demigods doesn't make her happy, but she sure loved Camp Half-Blood, so let it go. The whole end of summer made her anxious and irritated, especially about having to go back to Beacon Hills, the town where nothing ever happened. When first-year high school classes began, Lavinia McGarrett expected the usual: boredom and an array of prayers not to be attacked. But, as rarely happened, she was wrong. And it all started when Stiles Stilinski, Viviene Whittemore and Scott McCall broke into her house. Suddenly thrown into a world she didn't know existed, Liv is forced to confront the part of herself that she left on the border of Beacon Hills every summer.