CastanaPendragon

I have a secret. It's a crimson thread, Wrapped delicately around The petit digit on my left hand It shimmers in sunlight, On rainy days it glows, But no one else has seen it Except one. I did meet him, I could not believe Who was picked for me. But I gave him a chance, And we fell deeply, irreversibly In love. But he is gone. Three years later, Neither him nor me had spoken on it, But he still said those three words "I love you, and I have since we met, but I need to leave for war" "Wait for me" I did, Anxiously, nervously, For news, good or bad, A letter came one day, "My dear, I shall be home soon!" But he never

Thomas, far away from Mirelle, held a small picture frame in his hands. When the people had captured him, they never took the picture away. They hadn't found it, and even if they had, they wouldn't have taken it away. It wasn't important enough. At least, not to them. Thomas, while he was borrowing his cousin's camera, had taken a picture of Mirelle smiling. No matter where he was, he always took it with him. Now, he stared at it and felt his stomach clench. "Mirelle…!" He choked out. When was the last time he cried? Back when his parents died? No. He had been the only one there not crying. When his brother left? No. It never seemed like

The serious middle-eastern girl sat across for Ludwig and Feliciano in a meeting. Her eyes were on Ludwig the entire meeting, causing Gupta to wonder. After the meeting ended, and most everyone, including Feliciano, had already left, Nira stopped Ludwig before he could leave. "Sit," She commanded. Ludwig tried to excuse himself. "I need to go and-" "SIT." Her face was serious and blank. Ludwig dutifully took a chair. "So what do you want to tell me?" Ludwig scowled. "Well, it's not so much what I want to tell you," She reached under her chair and pulled something out of a small black bag, "But what I want to show you." The thing she pul