Do you remember that day? I do...the day we met. Oh, i know it was ever so long ago, but I remember it clear as day. I remember...standing in that park; walking around. I just decided to start running...then WHAM! you ran into me!*laughs* I remember how we both just fell on the ground, and looked at each other...we had no idea what that little moment meant.
Yes, you are right, that was a fun day. We even exchanged numbers! It's as if we knew then. AH yes, the first real date..oh how we laughed and and smiled..we had emotions we didn't even know we could have, eh? *chuckles*. Well, yeah..the date wasn't perfect...you spilled punch on yourself, ha ha, but it just made you seem more cute and irresistible.
Oh, yes, you were "Mr. Straight" then..didn't consider it a "date"..but I did. I was hoping that you did, somewhere inside. Sure, enough...after more "dates"..you actually asked me out. I was all giddy inside, and tried to hide it..but i didn't do so well when i screamed "god yes!" and jumped into your arms, did i? *laughs*. This was just the start, if you remember. I do.
You were right..still are..the dates were a little..odd..at first. Neither of us had much experience with the same gender, but why not try, we both said. I am glad we both adopted the "fuck it" attitude, *chuckles*. You remember those talks we had, don't you? We would share our feelings...cry...yell...laugh...every emotion and more. This helped us get closer i think. I am VERY glad both of us could be as open as we were, or we may never have gotten anywhere!
I *bet* you remember that first kiss, don't you?! You should...YOU instigated it! *laughs*. Remember? We were having our one of our many talks...then, all of the sudden...BOOM! Your lips planted firmly on mine. needless to say i was surprised AND scared. I can tell you that now, I think. How could i resist such a beautiful person such as you? So...i leaned in, and accepted the kiss! Not the only thing i accepted from you, eh? *wink wink*
Speaking of that...*giggles*..do you remember that first yiff? God, it was amazing! To Feel our too bodies connected in such a way...truly a sight to behold..and feel. Was your first time, too, I believe, right? Yeah..i think so.. It was one the the most wonderful times of my life...but even THAT paled in comparison to what you did to me later!!
I remember...we were having one of our talks..again...when you asked me to close my eyes. I did so..I always followed your orders, didn't I? *blushes*. When i opened them...i saw the most beautiful sight eyes could behold..You, on one knee; holding a velvet box. Of course, not being dense, i knew what was in the box, but my excitement blinded me. You opened it, and asked if I would be your husband...My response was OBVIOUS!!
Ah, the wedding day..most beautiful thing one could see! It was an outside wedding...walls can't contain love, as you know. It was on green rolling hills...under a clear, blue sky. That area had been known for rain, hail, sleet, etc..all kinds of bad weather. People said it was some sort of miracle..on this day..everything was 100% perfect. My mate and I...we knew what it was...not even the gods could stop OUR special day.
The day had to end at some point...But the night..oh that night! That night could have lasted a millennium. Too bad neither of us could.."last" that long *chuckles. but then..maybe that was just with each other. Maybe with others, we could do better..but we didn't care to find out, remember? We just cuddled after we did the deed..for hours. We talked about everything. This was one of our best talks to date!
You know what? I think that is enough remembering for today. How about more tomorrow? We can chat about our nights in Jamaica..and that nude beach! Oh, and..I know it isn't much compared to my other gifts..but I brought roses this time..white ones. I want you to keep them, of course. Well, suppose I should just..stop talking and go home..it was nice seeing you again. I'll love you forever always...
He placed the flowers upon that tombstone; along with so many others. With a single tear rolling down his cheek, he left that grave-site.Coming here only to remember the good times..The Memories...
Tuesday, November 18, 2014
Moving On. (Chapter 1)
READ "MEMORIES" FIRST!!!
Hey, dudes. This is going to be a sequel to my story thing "Memories". Since people seem to like it so much, why not expand upon it? Now, this takes place AFTER memories. The main character, Damien is the guy from memories; the one who tells the stories. He is a 6 foot 1 white wolf. He is about 140 pounds, skinny/athletic, etc... Needed to get that out there. Anyway, Let's try this...
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This summer day was just like any other summer day, well, to most people. Damien was not "most people". See, this summer day was significant, as this was the anniversary of the day his beloved mate died. Now, it was a very pretty day outside, so, he decided to take a little stroll. A little stroll in the same park he met Garry(the mate) all those years ago.
Damien sat on the bench. Which, coincidentally, was the exact same bench he sat on back then. It all seemed like a dream, to be back here, where he met his long lost love. Damien would come here every year, to reminisce of the time he and Garry met. Oddly, every single year, on this same day, there was never a single cloud in the beautiful blue sky overhead. The heat was present, but offset by a nice, slow, gentle, cool breeze that would blow in at just the right intervals.
This year was no different. Damien looked down, and with a sigh, he began to feed the birds. He loved feeding them. Hell, he loved all animals, but he should, being part one himself. He saw Humans, Furries, and Animals walk through this park today. This calmed him a bit, knowing the world was filled with so much diversity. However, this was not the only thought on his mind this day.
Damien's thoughts were elsewhere. He was thinking of his love, as he often would. He would visit the grave-site next, as he always would. He dreaded that part of his trips every year, because that was like seeing his love -dead, and buried in the ground- all the time. However, he wanted to respect the memory of his love that way, and so he did.
Damien picked some roses from the park for the grave. This is where he got them. He didn't buy them, or grow them. When Garry and him met, in this park, the flowers they gave each other were from this place. Damien grabbed some, and began his seemingly long trek to the graveyard.
He finally arrived to the grave-site where his love lay buried. He bend down to put the roses on the ground. He thought he saw something moving out of the corner of his eye, but he ignored it. When he finished putting the flowers at the grave, he KNEW he saw something, now. Damien stood up, ready to defend himself. (as he was quite timid after all he went through) However, all he saw...was someone standing in front of another grave; crying.
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Well, this was my first attempt at a story that should have multiple chapters. What do y'all think of Chapter 1?
Hey, dudes. This is going to be a sequel to my story thing "Memories". Since people seem to like it so much, why not expand upon it? Now, this takes place AFTER memories. The main character, Damien is the guy from memories; the one who tells the stories. He is a 6 foot 1 white wolf. He is about 140 pounds, skinny/athletic, etc... Needed to get that out there. Anyway, Let's try this...
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This summer day was just like any other summer day, well, to most people. Damien was not "most people". See, this summer day was significant, as this was the anniversary of the day his beloved mate died. Now, it was a very pretty day outside, so, he decided to take a little stroll. A little stroll in the same park he met Garry(the mate) all those years ago.
Damien sat on the bench. Which, coincidentally, was the exact same bench he sat on back then. It all seemed like a dream, to be back here, where he met his long lost love. Damien would come here every year, to reminisce of the time he and Garry met. Oddly, every single year, on this same day, there was never a single cloud in the beautiful blue sky overhead. The heat was present, but offset by a nice, slow, gentle, cool breeze that would blow in at just the right intervals.
This year was no different. Damien looked down, and with a sigh, he began to feed the birds. He loved feeding them. Hell, he loved all animals, but he should, being part one himself. He saw Humans, Furries, and Animals walk through this park today. This calmed him a bit, knowing the world was filled with so much diversity. However, this was not the only thought on his mind this day.
Damien's thoughts were elsewhere. He was thinking of his love, as he often would. He would visit the grave-site next, as he always would. He dreaded that part of his trips every year, because that was like seeing his love -dead, and buried in the ground- all the time. However, he wanted to respect the memory of his love that way, and so he did.
Damien picked some roses from the park for the grave. This is where he got them. He didn't buy them, or grow them. When Garry and him met, in this park, the flowers they gave each other were from this place. Damien grabbed some, and began his seemingly long trek to the graveyard.
He finally arrived to the grave-site where his love lay buried. He bend down to put the roses on the ground. He thought he saw something moving out of the corner of his eye, but he ignored it. When he finished putting the flowers at the grave, he KNEW he saw something, now. Damien stood up, ready to defend himself. (as he was quite timid after all he went through) However, all he saw...was someone standing in front of another grave; crying.
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Well, this was my first attempt at a story that should have multiple chapters. What do y'all think of Chapter 1?
Moving On. (Chapter 2)
READ "MEMORIES", THEN CHAPTER ONE OF THIS STORY FIRST!
Hey, dudes. Gonna try to continue this. Should add some speech this time. Anyway, last chapter, we found out what Damien has been doing since his mate's death. He then heard crying in the graveyard. What will happen now?
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"Damien heard the sound of someone crying...."
Damien looked up to see a fox standing in front of a grave. This fox was peculiar to Damien, as he was used to your average red fox, arctic fox, etc... This one, was black. He was all black, except the tip of his tail and ears. This fox appeared to be about Damien's build; lean, about average, or a little over average, height. Damien saw this fox crying, and approached him, and said:
"Hi. I, uh...haven't seen you around here before. Been coming here for a few years now. What's got you down?"
Only after his question, how insane it was, considering where there were both standing. The fox looked at Damien; tears streaming down his face. Damien got to see the fox's eyes. They were both bright blue, albeit red after all the crying. The fox said to Damien:
"O-o-oh...m-me? I'm, uh...j-just...v-v-visiting." Damien looked at the fox in a confused manner, so the fox kept talking. "I b-bet you want to know why I'm here, huh?" Damien gave a silent nod. "W-w-well...my, um...m-m-mate...." Damien stopped him right there; placing a finger over the young fox's mouth.
"Say no more, I understand" Damien said, trying to hold back his own tears. He saw a bit of himself in this younger fox. "I'm here for my mate...well,-he was my full-on husband- as well. I could tell you it will get easier as time passes, but the more you come here...and see these graves..the more you realise how much you miss them, and how lost you are without them"
"Oh, y-you too??" The fox said, a little more chipper, his tail wagging a bit as he believed he found someone who actually understood his pain. The fox, as naive as he knew it was, thought he was the only person in the whole, wide world who could feel pain such as this. "...What was his name?" The fox asked in a very shy manner, hoping not to offend the wolf.
"Garry." Damien said as clear as anyone can say a person's name. He sighs heavily, and said through the sigh: "Garry. He was..man, he was the greatest person anyone could ask for in this world" Damien then looked at the fox. "What was yours called?"
The fox, a little shocked that he could, well, "get over" the thoughts of his lover's past so quickly, answered, "T-tom...Tom." "He was great as well. I never thought I could get a person such as him. We just kinda...found each other. It was like fate or something"
Damien chuckles, and said with a grin, "Yeah, that's how it happens sometimes. What else do you want to share of him? I think we have been here long enough. How about a little stroll around the park? You can tell me what he was like."
The fox nodded, and began walking towards the gates with Damien. He looked over to Damien. "um, I don't think i ever got your name. What was it?"
Damien chuckled, "well, that's because I never gave it to you. My name is Damien. What would yours be?"
The fox looked at him, and said; "Chris." before they both began walking through the park, sharing their fondest memories of their fallen loves.
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Well, dudes, there you go. I hope i placed the speech properly, or at least understandably. Most of all, i hope you all enjoy.
Hey, dudes. Gonna try to continue this. Should add some speech this time. Anyway, last chapter, we found out what Damien has been doing since his mate's death. He then heard crying in the graveyard. What will happen now?
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"Damien heard the sound of someone crying...."
Damien looked up to see a fox standing in front of a grave. This fox was peculiar to Damien, as he was used to your average red fox, arctic fox, etc... This one, was black. He was all black, except the tip of his tail and ears. This fox appeared to be about Damien's build; lean, about average, or a little over average, height. Damien saw this fox crying, and approached him, and said:
"Hi. I, uh...haven't seen you around here before. Been coming here for a few years now. What's got you down?"
Only after his question, how insane it was, considering where there were both standing. The fox looked at Damien; tears streaming down his face. Damien got to see the fox's eyes. They were both bright blue, albeit red after all the crying. The fox said to Damien:
"O-o-oh...m-me? I'm, uh...j-just...v-v-visiting." Damien looked at the fox in a confused manner, so the fox kept talking. "I b-bet you want to know why I'm here, huh?" Damien gave a silent nod. "W-w-well...my, um...m-m-mate...." Damien stopped him right there; placing a finger over the young fox's mouth.
"Say no more, I understand" Damien said, trying to hold back his own tears. He saw a bit of himself in this younger fox. "I'm here for my mate...well,-he was my full-on husband- as well. I could tell you it will get easier as time passes, but the more you come here...and see these graves..the more you realise how much you miss them, and how lost you are without them"
"Oh, y-you too??" The fox said, a little more chipper, his tail wagging a bit as he believed he found someone who actually understood his pain. The fox, as naive as he knew it was, thought he was the only person in the whole, wide world who could feel pain such as this. "...What was his name?" The fox asked in a very shy manner, hoping not to offend the wolf.
"Garry." Damien said as clear as anyone can say a person's name. He sighs heavily, and said through the sigh: "Garry. He was..man, he was the greatest person anyone could ask for in this world" Damien then looked at the fox. "What was yours called?"
The fox, a little shocked that he could, well, "get over" the thoughts of his lover's past so quickly, answered, "T-tom...Tom." "He was great as well. I never thought I could get a person such as him. We just kinda...found each other. It was like fate or something"
Damien chuckles, and said with a grin, "Yeah, that's how it happens sometimes. What else do you want to share of him? I think we have been here long enough. How about a little stroll around the park? You can tell me what he was like."
The fox nodded, and began walking towards the gates with Damien. He looked over to Damien. "um, I don't think i ever got your name. What was it?"
Damien chuckled, "well, that's because I never gave it to you. My name is Damien. What would yours be?"
The fox looked at him, and said; "Chris." before they both began walking through the park, sharing their fondest memories of their fallen loves.
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Well, dudes, there you go. I hope i placed the speech properly, or at least understandably. Most of all, i hope you all enjoy.
Moving On. (Chapter 3)
READ "MEMORIES", THEN CHAPTER 1, THEN CHAPTER 2 OF THIS STORY FIRST!!
Hey, dudes. I think it is time to keep going. So, last time, we introduced a new character in Chris, a young fox who has had a similar fate to damien's. They talked, and eventually started walking out of the graveyard, and began reminiscing . What shall happen in this chapter? Let's find out...
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"They both began walking through the park, sharing their fondest memories of their fallen loves."
"Haha, yeah, Garry was exactly like that, too!" Damien said, laughing.
"Yeah, Tom was such a joker at times. Did I tell you he was straight at first?" Chris asked.
"Um...no, you actually didn't. Ya know, that's even stranger, because Garry was too! Man, we find more things in common every minute, don't we?" Damien said, grinning at the weird coincidences him and the fox seemed to share.
Chris looked very surprised. "Oh, really?" He said. "I guess we do have a lot in common, eh? When is your birthday?"
Damien, confused, said "February 26"
Chris said; "Oh my God, mine's august 2nd! We must be clones!" Chris said jokingly. "Aww, man. It's getting dark. i better be heading home. Well, how about you give me a call? I have had a lot of fun talking with you." Chris wrote his number on a piece of paper, which Damien took gently, as to not bend the paper.
"Ah, yeah. I'll give you mine, too. " Damien proceeded to write his own number down, and give it to the fox. With that, both of them left to go to their respective houses; alone.
Damien pulled up to his driveway, opened the car door, and walked to his front door. He tried to unlock the door, but he was still so nervous and twitchy, it's as if he forgot how to properly use keys. However, with enough persistence, he finally got the key in the lock, turned it, and opened the door. He slammed the door shut, and quickly ran to his room, almost collapsing on his bed.
Damien quickly pulled out the paper from his pocket, and stared at it. He gave a chuckle at the pink pen Chris used. "Ah, he's always so flamboyant." Damien said, as if talking about a long time lover, or best friend. He kinda gave himself a weird look, before going to pick up the phone. His fingers hovered over the first button. They were shaking in nervousness before he slammed the phone back on the hook.
Damien's eyes started to water. He told himself he would never let someone else effect him like this, but here he was, nervous as a giddy schoolboy over this fox he had just met. In a graveyard, no less! The craziness of it all drove Damien crazy! He couldn't believe how he was acting. Worst of all, was that he actually seemed to be....Happy about it.
On the other side of the city, Chris almost mirrored Damien's actions. However, when the fox finally got in his house, he fell on his knees on the floor; unable to support his own body weight. He began pounding the floor in anger and confusion. He thought, "How can this wolf I *just* met, be doing this kind of thing to me?!" Chris thought himself a fool, to be swayed so quickly, and so easily after his mate's death.
"Tom, I...miss you. I don't want to betray you for this wolf. That wouldn't be fair." Chris said to imaginary spectres. Chris reaches in his pocket, and pulled out the paper with the wolf's number on it. A few tears hit the paper, slightly distorting the ink, before Chris began ripping up the paper. He found the strength to get up, and walk to the kitchen. He then threw the shards of Damien's number into the trashcan.
"I'm sorry, Damien. I'm just..not ready. I still love Tom" Chris said, as if apologising Damien, who obviously could not hear him. The fox went into his own room, and feel onto his bed, and cried himself to sleep.
Damien sat on his bed, in confusion. Debating whether or not to call the cute fox. "Ha, *cute* fox?!" Damien said to himself, as if offended by his own thought. Damien had had more time to try to get over his love, so he was less distraught than Chris was....but his head, and his heart remained in conflict. The fox was ever present in Damien's mind now, as he was unable to stop thinking about him.
He couldn't help but think how fit Chris looked in that tight, black shirt he wore. Those pants...phew, those were a knockout! You would never think he would be at a grave site. More like at a club. They were also tight, and leather. You could see the fox's sheath bulging through them. "Oh, god! Now I'm thinking about his sheath!" Damien exclaimed, covering his face in his paws in embarrassment.
"that's it, I *have* to call him!" Damien said confidently. He picked up the phone, and went to dial the numbers. However....He froze again, and slammed the phone down. "I...can't do this. Not yet, at least. I'll give it a little more time, I suppose" Damien said.
Damien laid the paper next to the phone, and just laid in bed and stared up at the ceiling. He ran his fingers through his hair, and wonder; "What am I gonna do? If i call him, that might be too risky. What if he turns me down? On the other hand...what if he says yes? Am i truly ready for another relationship?" Damien started to tear up. "I...wish you were still here, Garry. I miss you so much!" Damien said as he burst into tears, his mind so conflicted with his heart.
Damien stayed there; crying his eyes out. He didn't know what to do. He knew he'd figure it out, but right now...all he could think of was his past love, now. This day was so hectic for him and his heart. "Blink 182 said it best. I suppose tomorrow might bring better days." Damien said as he silently fell asleep, mentally and physically exhausted.
We see the fox on the other side of the city again, now awake. The white sink now sported drops of crimson; ie, the Fox's own blood. The blood drained in the sink slowly, swirling until finally gone. The fox stands there, razor blade in hand. He slowly drags it across one of his wrists, causing his skin to split open, and more blood to be spilled into the once white, pristine sink.
The fox gave a sigh of relief at this. Cutting: His own personal release. He knew how idiotic it was to do such a thing, but it worked. Oh lord, did it work. He didn't make many on his lower arms. Usually in different places that can't be seen on an average day. Chris could not believe he stooped so low, but he was there. He hated what he was doing, but it helped. As far as he was concerned ,it was the right thing to do.
Now, don't misunderstand His motives. Chris is not suicidal. Most people who cut actually aren't. However, also like most people, Chris could not deal with his pain anymore. This seemingly good meeting with Damien brought up feelings Chris wanted to forget.
Chris went to lay in his bed, once again. His wrists bandaged up, he relaxed finally. Chris started to drift off to sleep very slowly. When his eyes finally shut, his last thought was, ironically..."Damien..."
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And there you have it, dudes. I will call this clean ,as it only had a small mention of a sheath, but someone correct me if i am wrong. Also, this chapter is longer. i should have at least one longer one, in my opinion. anyway...hope yall enjoy.
Hey, dudes. I think it is time to keep going. So, last time, we introduced a new character in Chris, a young fox who has had a similar fate to damien's. They talked, and eventually started walking out of the graveyard, and began reminiscing . What shall happen in this chapter? Let's find out...
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"They both began walking through the park, sharing their fondest memories of their fallen loves."
"Haha, yeah, Garry was exactly like that, too!" Damien said, laughing.
"Yeah, Tom was such a joker at times. Did I tell you he was straight at first?" Chris asked.
"Um...no, you actually didn't. Ya know, that's even stranger, because Garry was too! Man, we find more things in common every minute, don't we?" Damien said, grinning at the weird coincidences him and the fox seemed to share.
Chris looked very surprised. "Oh, really?" He said. "I guess we do have a lot in common, eh? When is your birthday?"
Damien, confused, said "February 26"
Chris said; "Oh my God, mine's august 2nd! We must be clones!" Chris said jokingly. "Aww, man. It's getting dark. i better be heading home. Well, how about you give me a call? I have had a lot of fun talking with you." Chris wrote his number on a piece of paper, which Damien took gently, as to not bend the paper.
"Ah, yeah. I'll give you mine, too. " Damien proceeded to write his own number down, and give it to the fox. With that, both of them left to go to their respective houses; alone.
Damien pulled up to his driveway, opened the car door, and walked to his front door. He tried to unlock the door, but he was still so nervous and twitchy, it's as if he forgot how to properly use keys. However, with enough persistence, he finally got the key in the lock, turned it, and opened the door. He slammed the door shut, and quickly ran to his room, almost collapsing on his bed.
Damien quickly pulled out the paper from his pocket, and stared at it. He gave a chuckle at the pink pen Chris used. "Ah, he's always so flamboyant." Damien said, as if talking about a long time lover, or best friend. He kinda gave himself a weird look, before going to pick up the phone. His fingers hovered over the first button. They were shaking in nervousness before he slammed the phone back on the hook.
Damien's eyes started to water. He told himself he would never let someone else effect him like this, but here he was, nervous as a giddy schoolboy over this fox he had just met. In a graveyard, no less! The craziness of it all drove Damien crazy! He couldn't believe how he was acting. Worst of all, was that he actually seemed to be....Happy about it.
On the other side of the city, Chris almost mirrored Damien's actions. However, when the fox finally got in his house, he fell on his knees on the floor; unable to support his own body weight. He began pounding the floor in anger and confusion. He thought, "How can this wolf I *just* met, be doing this kind of thing to me?!" Chris thought himself a fool, to be swayed so quickly, and so easily after his mate's death.
"Tom, I...miss you. I don't want to betray you for this wolf. That wouldn't be fair." Chris said to imaginary spectres. Chris reaches in his pocket, and pulled out the paper with the wolf's number on it. A few tears hit the paper, slightly distorting the ink, before Chris began ripping up the paper. He found the strength to get up, and walk to the kitchen. He then threw the shards of Damien's number into the trashcan.
"I'm sorry, Damien. I'm just..not ready. I still love Tom" Chris said, as if apologising Damien, who obviously could not hear him. The fox went into his own room, and feel onto his bed, and cried himself to sleep.
Damien sat on his bed, in confusion. Debating whether or not to call the cute fox. "Ha, *cute* fox?!" Damien said to himself, as if offended by his own thought. Damien had had more time to try to get over his love, so he was less distraught than Chris was....but his head, and his heart remained in conflict. The fox was ever present in Damien's mind now, as he was unable to stop thinking about him.
He couldn't help but think how fit Chris looked in that tight, black shirt he wore. Those pants...phew, those were a knockout! You would never think he would be at a grave site. More like at a club. They were also tight, and leather. You could see the fox's sheath bulging through them. "Oh, god! Now I'm thinking about his sheath!" Damien exclaimed, covering his face in his paws in embarrassment.
"that's it, I *have* to call him!" Damien said confidently. He picked up the phone, and went to dial the numbers. However....He froze again, and slammed the phone down. "I...can't do this. Not yet, at least. I'll give it a little more time, I suppose" Damien said.
Damien laid the paper next to the phone, and just laid in bed and stared up at the ceiling. He ran his fingers through his hair, and wonder; "What am I gonna do? If i call him, that might be too risky. What if he turns me down? On the other hand...what if he says yes? Am i truly ready for another relationship?" Damien started to tear up. "I...wish you were still here, Garry. I miss you so much!" Damien said as he burst into tears, his mind so conflicted with his heart.
Damien stayed there; crying his eyes out. He didn't know what to do. He knew he'd figure it out, but right now...all he could think of was his past love, now. This day was so hectic for him and his heart. "Blink 182 said it best. I suppose tomorrow might bring better days." Damien said as he silently fell asleep, mentally and physically exhausted.
We see the fox on the other side of the city again, now awake. The white sink now sported drops of crimson; ie, the Fox's own blood. The blood drained in the sink slowly, swirling until finally gone. The fox stands there, razor blade in hand. He slowly drags it across one of his wrists, causing his skin to split open, and more blood to be spilled into the once white, pristine sink.
The fox gave a sigh of relief at this. Cutting: His own personal release. He knew how idiotic it was to do such a thing, but it worked. Oh lord, did it work. He didn't make many on his lower arms. Usually in different places that can't be seen on an average day. Chris could not believe he stooped so low, but he was there. He hated what he was doing, but it helped. As far as he was concerned ,it was the right thing to do.
Now, don't misunderstand His motives. Chris is not suicidal. Most people who cut actually aren't. However, also like most people, Chris could not deal with his pain anymore. This seemingly good meeting with Damien brought up feelings Chris wanted to forget.
Chris went to lay in his bed, once again. His wrists bandaged up, he relaxed finally. Chris started to drift off to sleep very slowly. When his eyes finally shut, his last thought was, ironically..."Damien..."
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And there you have it, dudes. I will call this clean ,as it only had a small mention of a sheath, but someone correct me if i am wrong. Also, this chapter is longer. i should have at least one longer one, in my opinion. anyway...hope yall enjoy.
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