Stormy-night and blood covered hue. Emerald green and crimson red. Risen love, now shattered. Lovely memories, shattered to pieces. His lovely mind, crushed up like a paper ball. Chocolate dates and heavenly speech, birthdays, and anniversaries, erased. As not existed. Under control. But not as you. Leadership and scars. Blood and hate. Violence and tears. Death and embrace.

I love you.… and I let you go.

Lights and dancing. Singing then crying when you got the bad news. She died in your arms that night. You knew it to be true once her little eyes didn’t open at the sound of her name. The youngest angel of his family passed….to join the Twilight the next morning. The tears you remembered still stained your cheeks. The negativity now in his eyes brought vengeance. No love.



You knew it..



Before he did.



That he was vengeance then love…..

You say your perfect? You say there’s nothing wrong about you, you say your perfect. But why is being imperfect such a bad thing. Why does being imperfect make you any less you? Why does it make you any less a person. Why does imperfect mean something’s missing? Could it mean something’s missing, that hasn’t yet been found. Could it be something entirely different? Imperfect doesn’t mean something's wrong with you, it doesn’t mean you need to work to be perfect. It means: you are you, and to me your already as perfect as you need to be.

Black as a cat, purrs like a cat, acts like a cat. Even a bell hangs from his neck. Every trait of a cat. Emerald eyes and blonde hair. Sweet puns and romantic kisses. Who wouldn’t want a love such as Cat Noir? Try as he may to woo the lady of luck. The ladybug. Soon he’ll show her, soon the Lady of luck and the heart of the cat will become one.

A few more puns and saving should pay off in the end. This kitty just has to wait a little longer. A kitty as black as night. Eyes belonging to those of an emerald. Hair like gold and a heart made of sugar can make you melt the minute you lay your eyes upon him. Cat Noir is his name, and LadyNoir is his ship to sail.

Icy blue eyes. Frozen white fur. Surrounded by rage and pain. A boy with beautiful emerald eyes and blonde hair. Now became icy and cold. By the touch, you’d feel shivers and chills at the bottom of your spine. Under his control you were. Risking death in a fight to save your friend. Red and black spots were the first things you spotted. Unlike any normal spots, you’d seen before. The spots you recognized quickly, it didn’t even take too long.

Icy cold breath pressed against your cheek as he glared straight at you. The one you called a friend and the one everyone called Hero was staring you down longingly. The surrounding temperature. The surrounding temperature grew in worse freezing pleasure as blue freezing light-filled your vision.

He would freeze you.

You’d known long before he thought to do it.

Dashing out of the way, your head felt icy and cold. Freezing cold… Your fingertips ran past the top of it carefully. Your surprise, the tips of your skull were deep covered with stalling ice flakes. 

Your first thought was to rise and face him again. But now something seemed different. A light-hearted shadow covered your body as the same red and black spots, your eyes traced.

Like a ladybug….

The colors resembled.

The madness, the sickness. The horror. The sadness. The logic and the magic. They rose deadly that December night. That snowy night she swore, the snow had blackened. Black snow showers fell all around her as deadly shadows came to embrace her. The darkness swallowed her whole as her eyes resembled them. Resemble those of lose and pain.

She turned around slowly, the sound of crunched snow filling her ears as the shadows guided her carefully. The innocence face she once wore was no more. Bitten and eaten away by the demons that guided her. The look of her love standing there. in front of her. Made her heart want to break even with the black duct tape holding it together. She couldn’t go through the pain again. ’’Not again.’’ She whispered.

The whisper sounded mumbled behind all the blackness of the freezing cold snow. Her love had conquered her demons…..



While she hadn’t…

Brooke’s eyes filled with tears quickly, as the look of their faces melted into her memory. The two of them, she’d once called her ’’best friends’’ The misery behind ocean eyes disguised itself so well, no one could ever read her. She’d been so good at hiding; no one ever questioned it. The hurting inside only increased the more she thought about the pain. Hot burning pain was always her deepest, darkest demon. Everyone always told her she wasn’t smart enough, never enough, nor talented enough, never the skinniest, always the second choice….Her life had fallen apart. When she allowed her world to break apart around her. Putting up those walls was the first mistake, allowing the mask to be glued to her face, the second, destroying her body for something she thought she wanted…..the third…. Her eyes blackened that night, as her heart died…

Smiling sun and frozen winter. Autumn weather and shimmering summer. Earthly behavior and wisdom pastier. Earthly colored eyes and beautiful loving speech. Apple and Pumpkin pie topped off with light, fluffy, cream. I love you all with every bit of my spirit. Shine like Autumn, Winter, Summer, and Spring combined. Shine like nothing else matters. On this very special day run like lighting, purr like a kitten, dance like a crazy person, create TIk Tok But better yet I’m so thankful to have you all.

’’ I asked for light, God gave me the sun. I asked for water. God gave me rain. I asked for happiness, God gave me all three of you.’’

Happy Thanksgiving everyone! I hope your day is filled with magic and love! Everyone deserves love in there lives! Everyone is special and beautiful, and know I love you!