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I've been called a lot of things.
Insane, crazy, raving, a lunatic.
But not of them fit quite as nicely as "deranged"
Maybe because it meant that I used to be normal.
That I wasn't always like this.
That something happened to make me this way.
That YOU happened to make me this way.
She was dead nervous as she finished pouring the wine into the glasses and fixing the settings. Now, all she had to do was to wait for him to show up.
She already had a plan in mind. She'd let them have dinner, drink a little, laugh a little, and after settling down, she'd talk to him about it. In a calm, mature way.
Yes, that was the way to do it.
He opened the door, bouquet of flowers in hand. He looked so happy and carefree and rugged in his long-sleeve shirt (top two buttons undone) and dress pants.
It made her more nervous.
Which is why when he sat down, she blurted out "I'm pregnant."
I never thought of him as a hero.
He was too quiet, too forgiving, too SOFT.
He never seemed like the perfect prince or the dazzling knight who would sweep princesses off their feet.
But when he saw me in my broken state and did nothing but come up to sit with me, I realized that maybe, he was a different kind of hero.
The kind of hero I needed.
The potatoes were overcooked, the meat not nearly seasoned enough, and the candles just wouldn't stay lit. To top it off, you spilled the (cheap) wine on your shirt when you were trying to open it (which resulted in the cork falling into the bottle).
But as she looked at you in amusement while forcing herself to eat the dinner you tried your very hardest to make, you couldn't help but feel you did this just right.
He kept on changing the words
And fixing the chords
Until no one knew
What his song was about
(Not anymore)
(And maybe that's how he wanted it)
This isn't what I thought it was.
I expected it to be boiling - I expected flames to be licking at my skin, charring it and blistering me.
I did not expect this icy wasteland.
I didn't expect this lonely room.
And I most certainly did not expect hell to be so... empty.
There are quite a few things that I don't do as often as I'd like, I think.
Like curling up on my bed and reading a book that I actually want to read.
Eating out with my friends and making so much noise the staff glare at us.
Talking to someone until the sun rises.
Telling my parents I love them.
Hugging my siblings.
Convince myself I'm good enough.
Small things like those, which I seldom ever do.
Gossip followed her everywhere she went.
She learned to just shrug it off - maybe even laugh at some of the wilder versions of the story.
She was totally unaffected and remained cool and passive.
On the outside.
On the inside, she knew every single rumor had a shred of truth in them.
She just didn't know which ones were true, anymore.
Deep breath.
It's about to begin.
The referee is talking to both team captains, going over the rules once again.
You notice that they both have their arms crossed. Their faces are passive and they seem a bit tense.
The referee finally stops talking and he makes the captains shake hands. They size each other up while doing it.
Your captain comes back and he makes you guys go into a huddle. No other words are said as he puts his hand in the middle. You all pile yours on top and shout your team name.
You line up and the go signal is given.
Deep breath.
It's time to win nationals.
Positive. Negative.
Magnetic.
North. South.
Cold.
Happy. Sad.
Emotional.
Sun. Moon.
Celestial.
Day. Night.
Time.
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