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to the end part 8
3 reviewssleep, just sleep. the hardest parts, the aweful things ive seen.
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dont own mcr so and i dont make money off this!
Damien’s p.o.v
‘She came home with Gerard! What the hell! I can’t believe her! Flirting with me then punching me in the face and now this! Well I guess I can subdue my anger till she heals. Then she’s in for it big time.’
“Alex what happened?” I asked trying to sound concerned.
“I was in a car accident” she could barley talk with the bandages on her face, protecting them from opening up again and masking her face in crimson.
Gerard’s p.o.v
I could tell the concern in his voice was fake just by the way he sounded like a soap opera character. He wouldn’t be coming near Alex while I was watching out for her. I was her guardian angel and I would fail if I let her near such an earthbound mortal. She was so free of this earth, they way she carried herself seemed to seep with confidence yet she was as fragile as glass. She could be broken but was still tough enough to withstand a lot. We helped her up to her apartment and when we walked in I was shocked to see myself staring back at me. There was a paper taped to the wall with his picture on it, only as he got closer he realized it was painted on the paper. Alex had done this. She was an amazing artist! Damien helped me lay her into her bed then I lead him out of the apartment, noticing that when he was around Alex was tense. I walked back into the room and snuggled right up to her. She fell asleep almost instantly due to the medication she was on for pain. I took this opportunity to look around at all the art in the room. Pictures and paintings of me and the guys all pinned to the wall, some drawn some painted and some not yet finished. Before leaving I kissed her forehead and let myself out of her room quietly. Her apartment was clean yet cluttered. It had a lived in feeling like she had been here her whole life. One corner of the living room was devoted to a desk covered in college papers and books. Another corner was occupied by another table but this one covered in art books, painting supplies, and finished works that she had done. The only boring thing about her apartment was the kitchen. It felt like there was a ghost lurking in the dark shadows of this room. It didn’t help that it was practically bare and looked unused. ‘I guess that’s enough spying for today’. I let myself back into the room quietly and snuggled back up to her and fell asleep wrapped in the warm embrace of her perfume scent.
ratings plz!!!!!
dont own mcr so and i dont make money off this!
Damien’s p.o.v
‘She came home with Gerard! What the hell! I can’t believe her! Flirting with me then punching me in the face and now this! Well I guess I can subdue my anger till she heals. Then she’s in for it big time.’
“Alex what happened?” I asked trying to sound concerned.
“I was in a car accident” she could barley talk with the bandages on her face, protecting them from opening up again and masking her face in crimson.
Gerard’s p.o.v
I could tell the concern in his voice was fake just by the way he sounded like a soap opera character. He wouldn’t be coming near Alex while I was watching out for her. I was her guardian angel and I would fail if I let her near such an earthbound mortal. She was so free of this earth, they way she carried herself seemed to seep with confidence yet she was as fragile as glass. She could be broken but was still tough enough to withstand a lot. We helped her up to her apartment and when we walked in I was shocked to see myself staring back at me. There was a paper taped to the wall with his picture on it, only as he got closer he realized it was painted on the paper. Alex had done this. She was an amazing artist! Damien helped me lay her into her bed then I lead him out of the apartment, noticing that when he was around Alex was tense. I walked back into the room and snuggled right up to her. She fell asleep almost instantly due to the medication she was on for pain. I took this opportunity to look around at all the art in the room. Pictures and paintings of me and the guys all pinned to the wall, some drawn some painted and some not yet finished. Before leaving I kissed her forehead and let myself out of her room quietly. Her apartment was clean yet cluttered. It had a lived in feeling like she had been here her whole life. One corner of the living room was devoted to a desk covered in college papers and books. Another corner was occupied by another table but this one covered in art books, painting supplies, and finished works that she had done. The only boring thing about her apartment was the kitchen. It felt like there was a ghost lurking in the dark shadows of this room. It didn’t help that it was practically bare and looked unused. ‘I guess that’s enough spying for today’. I let myself back into the room quietly and snuggled back up to her and fell asleep wrapped in the warm embrace of her perfume scent.
ratings plz!!!!!
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