The Ruins of Yesterday by radarlove413, literature
Literature
The Ruins of Yesterday
You waited for me, but I’m never here.
It’s late autumn. The wind is howling in my ears, swishing the grass around my feet, and chilling me to the bone. It should make me feel anguished, distressed, but it only registers blankly in the back of my brain as something else that’s happening. I like the cold. Some days, it feels like I’ve only known the sensation of ice penetrating my skin, sorting through all of my layers until it gets to the very pulse of who I am.
I think of how everything’s changed, how what used to make us smile and laugh turned into the hate that twisted everything, forever.
~Imagine~ The year is 2019, by monochromevoicestory, literature
Literature
~Imagine~ The year is 2019,
~Imagine~
The year is 2019, you smile because you remember back to your favourite band and the Danger Days Album. It's been 6 years since the breakup. everyday you wake up smiling because of what year. it makes you feel like a part of MCR is still with you and that's what you were aiming for.
you walk downstairs still in your pyjamas and you turn on your laptop holding a cup of coffee or tea, you hum along to a song that wouldn't stop playing on the radio and then you freeze.
You re read the words over and over and your heart starts to accelerate again. you get that feeling all over again.
your inner teenager coming back out.
that fangir
Run Away With Me - Frerard by GothicaWay, literature
Literature
Run Away With Me - Frerard
"Run away with me," you said.
So I packed my bags and waited at the station.
Ten minutes. Fifteen. Twenty. Half an hour.
We'd missed the last train.
But you'd said "Run away with me."
An hour. Two. Three. It was raining and dark and cold.
But you'd said "Run away with me."
Four. Five. Six. I'd called you so many times. No answer.
But you'd said "Run away with me."
Seven. She'd come out looking for me. She found me and made me come back.
But you'd said "Run away with me."
I made her stop outside your house. I looked in the window.
You were sat there on the sofa watching TV. With her.
But you'd said "Run away with me."
I kicked
"Just sleep, just sleep." Gerard crooned to Mikey as his brother curled up to him, his left arm wrapped around Gee's chest, his left leg thrown over his older brother's. Gerard could feel the trembles that came over Mikey in short bursts making his brother's teeth chatter. "It's alright, nothing's wrong just sleep and you'll feel better." He murmured stroking his fingers through his brother's brown and blonde streaked hair.
"I'm so scared Gerard." Mikey sobbed hugging his brother tighter, his desperation felt in the way he clenched his brother's PJ shirt.
"What about?" was the question
"Death. It scares me so much to think that there's not
"Have you guys heard of the legend of Mary Jane?" Gerard asked with a smirk.
"That what?" Mikey replied with a small laugh.
"Mary Jane. Have you guys heard about her?" Mikey and I looked at each other the shook our heads.
"What's it about?" I asked.
"Well, no one really knows what happened, that's why it's a legend. But there are a few myths."
"Well?" I raised an eyebrow looking or a proper answer. Gerard smiled and moved off the couch sitting on the floor in between Mikey and I, making us have a small circle.
"Okay, there are three stories. The first one and the one that most people know, is that there once was a girl that got involved