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==> Dave: Speak “[Name]…?” “What? No! Dave, it’s me, Jade.” “Oh sorry. Hey Jade, what’s up?” A sigh of relief escaped Dave’s lips. He was so sure it was going to be [name] but he wasn’t quite sure if he was ready for any kind of confrontation with her. He would have preferred it to be in person. “Just checking on you. I’m not going to lie, you haven’t been OK at all since… Well, since that happened.” All of a sudden, there was an emotional buildup in Dave’s chest. He took a deep breath to calm himself down before Jade noticed anything.

She didn't speak, but instead continued nursing her bitter soul. The darkness inside her, growing restless. The voices all around her grew fainter and fainter as she blocked out everything. All of a sudden, there was a sharp ringing noise that made the girl cringe. Her fingers started tingling and suddenly beheld such unbearable pain, she wrung her hands and fingers so fiercely as if we're going to help ease the pain. It, however, did nothing to ease the pain. if anything, it made it worse. The pain was like several tiny jolts of electricity surging through her fingertips. She gritted her teeth in frustration, for though she tried, she could

==> Be the boy One month. It had been one full month since that night that I left her there and still no news from her. Of course, she would pop up on my pesterchum every now and then, but as soon as I would click her name, her icon would switch to offline. Was she avoiding me? Perhaps she was. She probably remembered every little detail about that night, I’m sure she did. The young man slammed his hand on his work desk. Taking off his shades, he slowly put his head in his hands. Why? He thought. Why did it have to be then? Why did it have to be at that night? Why did she have to be drunk to have confessed that she still loved me?

 This day is terrible. You thought as you trudged down the sidewalk on your way home from work. You were exhausted and today just wasn’t your day. You kept walking, passing under streetlamp after streetlamp after streetlamp. After a while of walking with your hands in your pockets, you felt something wet touch your nose. Looking up at the clear night sky, you realized that it was starting to rain. Sighing, you put the hood on your jacket up and continued walking. You could feel your shoulders grow heavy and your body grow weary from everything today but you didn’t care. All you wanted to do was get home. The rain started pourin

~ [Name] ~ “No. No, [name]. I can’t do it. I can’t take you back. Not when you’re like this.” I heard that familiar voice in my head. That voice… The one that belonged to the only person I could possibly love as much as I loved him. Dave. Dave Strider. I looked at him, my drunken eyes trying to focus on his aviator-clad ones. His eyebrows were furrowed. Worried. We were at Jade’s 18th party and I had just downed my 9th shot of really strong rum. Needless to say, I was hammered. “Why did you have to leave me, Dave?” I said, obviously drunk. He looked down at the table we sat at. &ld

 Five years ago. "I'll come back, Kankri. I promise that. When I'm better, I'll come back home to you." You said, your hand on your matesprite's cheek, trying not to cry. You had to go. He placed his hand over yours and closed his eyes, red tinted tears streaming down his cheeks. You wiped them away with your thumb and placed a kiss on his nose. His eyes fluttered open and he pulled you into a tight hug. He didn't say anything. For once, he had nothing to say. Several moments passed in that embrace, but the time had come when you needed to let go of dear Kankri. "I'll wait for you, [name]." He said and kissed your forehead and you pulled a