Rants discussion

What does green remind you off?

Tess wrote: "Grass"

I used to eat grass when I was younger.

Green reminds me of leaves slowly changing colors in the fall.

That's funny. I forget what it taste like though. I think broccoli taste like it but, I remember I used to love the taste of grass and I hate broccoli

I haven't had broccoli in awhile so maybe my taste buds have changed and the next time I taste it I'll like it. That's happened a lot lately.

Probably not.

Money

Grass

Limes

Grass , garden...

Grass

The forest where I hide the dead bodies.

























jk



















or am i?

Aech wrote: "Komiko/Zoe wrote: "The forest where I hide the dead bodies.

well that escalated quickly"

hue hue hue

Who is this hue person?

The woods that they had thought they could escape but they couldn't because once in never out

*gasps*

The Maze. The Maze they couldn't escape after two years they were still stuck there.

His eyes that haunted her mind all the time. Never leaving. Made her wake up screaming at night because he's gone and it was all her thought. All she could do was relive his death in her mind over and over again. "He's gone. He's gone." She kept repeating to herself. Anytime she would close her eyes even if it was just to blink he is what she saw. Him dying in pain so much. His green eyes glowing, leaving an impact on her life.

From the clouds he watched as she suffered. He hated to see her like this, but without a body, what could he do? He never even got to tell her he loved her and he left her feeling like she was at fault. He wanted to kick himself. If only . . .

I like that...

Thanks. Wanna write more?

There were times when she thought about giving up, of letting go. Times when she thought about ending her own life but each time she tried something always stopped her. It was him. When wanting to jump in front of the car she thought about how he made her a necklace out of green strands of grass. She'd think about his fear if heights when she wanted to jump off the building. She thought of his green eyes that were as green as the seaweed at the bottom of the ocean when she wanted to drown herself. He saved her yet she hadn't been able to save him.

His face was pale as he watched. Watched as she tried to destroy herself, watched as she suffered. For once, he was glad he couldn't feel anymore, for the pain of seeing her like that made him want to die a thousand deaths, if that was what it took to save her. He watched his beauty damage herself, he couldn't take it anymore, so he stopped watching.

She lived. Kept living. Felt the need to live. Stopped trying and caring about her own happiness and focused on everyone else's. She ignored the pain. She ignored how tired she was becoming. She just kept continuing. It was like she was running without actually running. She didn't have a destination in mind, she just kept going. She used to feel his presence perhaps that's why she decided to change. She wanted him to be happy about her and not gave to worry like she did him.

He sobbed daily, yet his eyes were dry. He wanted to leave from this place, whatever it was. He wasn't above or below, he just was. Her nightly sobs were amplified to his ears, yet he stayed unmoved, refusing to look at her. He wanted to see her sweet smile so, so much. Yet, stayed still. If that's what it took for her to move on, he would suffer eternally.

She lived each year pretending to be happy. Meanwhile her depression was growing like a dark cloud surrounding her into a void of darkness. She didn't let it show though. She smiled, gave advice, laughed, listened. She didn't give up. She dreamed of death and it's many possibilities yet she swore she would never do it to herself. That she would keep living her lie until every breath in her was sucked out.

She seemed to be healing but he knew better. He knew her more than he knew himself, and that fact was frightening! Yet, he didn't care for she was the love of his life. And even after death, she still is. Someday. he'd see her again and hopefully, she'll still remember him.

She graduated from high school, then from college but not for what she wanted to do. She did what her parents wanted her to. They wanted to put her an a arrange marriage. She allowed it as it seemed to make them happy and that's all she wanted even if she wasn't happy herself. After marrying the nightmares seemed to get worse. She told no one of what they were about. Her husband who asked didn't really care, he just wanted her to stop crying and screaming. She kept living but each day was the same. The same horror of the nightmares. The same green eyes that haunted her, begging for help. Begging to be saved and then she heard the sound. The sound of the trigger being pulled, of the bullet hitting him, of him crashing to the floor, of his last words. "Your fault... I'm sorry." She should of helped him, saved him, given him a better chance yet she hadn't. She watched him bleed out on the floor. He was right, it was her fault. That's why she kept living now, as a punishment

He cried another tear less cry, he couldn't ignore her any longer. Even though he couldn't sleep where he was, each night her screams kept him up. As if for punishment for making her suffer, he could see her dreams and hear her thoughts, he was glad he couldn't feel them, for he'd shatter on her behalf. He had to watch as that unfeeling man touched his angel even though she seemed numb to him, numb to her feelings, almost lifeless. Once again, he continued his dry, soundless, painless crying.

She forgot what feelings felt like. She longed to feel something but felt nothing. She didn't even feel like she was living just a breathing soul who is only in a state of being alive. She hated herself and she wished she could hate him to for making her feel this way but she also felt like she deserved it. She believed she deserved a fate worst than death. She became ill. She hid it well from everyone including her husband. Her eating patterns were messed up. She went from not eating anything to eating so much that it made her throw up. After awhile her husband knew something was wrong. He tried asking but she wouldn't speak. He got angry at her for being so weak, for not speaking. She attacked him badly after he tried to touch her. He got her locked up in a mental hospital calling her insane. They believed him because of the scars on her wrist and the unstable way she was acting.

THE GRINCH