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No matter how awful she treated him, he knew that she cared for him. The love that held them together was not compatibility or shared interests... It was the love of a sibling. Relatives are the ones who will stand by you through thick and thin, and even though she was changing and hurting him in the process, he knew she would always be there for him. And he would always be there for her.
The basement. It was place of cold, of fear. Children shuddered in terror at the very word. Demons and shadows alike stalked the frigid perimeter. Ghosts and monsters awaited the entrance of their next young victim. Pipes and heaters screamed like banshees and the lights flicker over the stone floor. The basement.
She was running, her body slanted sideways and the wind whipping her hair behind her. Her eyes had narrowed and she was speeding through the forest, faster than a rocket, focused on only one thing... The Squirrel running away from her. "Get back her, Marius!" She screeched.
She had figured it out. Why he was so rude to her, why he never smiled or even spoke in her presence. Why she always felt sad about his cold behavior and why she felt like she loved him. She had solved the mystery... They were in love.
The pain was endless, the torture indescribable. It was just how it had always been for her, for him, for all of them. They had never been welcome in this world, since the first day that they took their breaths.
A recipe for affection, a recipe for hate. You stir, you boil, and you wait. Recipes create. Creation is the best. Once your done, eat some, and then give me the rest.
A word common for the jocks, forgotten by the geeks, and rejected by the musicians. Sports can be anything from Soccer to Dancing, Gymnastics to Football, Basketball to Ping-Pong. Sports can be the vice of any living being or they can be the pinnacle of one's success.
Drained. An adjective. A moderately common word. It was also the first word that came to mind when he saw her limp, lifeless body laying on the stone floor of the pavilion. She was dead, and it was his fault.
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