ritsukatheyaoilover

       No, no, no… This can’t be happening. This can’t be happening… how did I forget the rest of my clothes? I patted around on the counter, searching for the most crucial piece. Where was my mask?! Where was everything-       No… that flicker of presence… it can’t be… they wouldn’t… would they? -- Jeff POV --       “I agreed to taking the mask, not all of this!” I exclaimed while pointing at the black clothing BEN had wadded up in his arms. The mask hung from his wrist, tauntingly vacant. A thrill ran up my spine at the thought of finally seeing ______’s face

My stomach hit the floor, as if everything in my gut had just been sucked out. My knees started to shake, losing the power to keep me standing up straight. I had to lean haphazardly against the wall for support, my breath catching in my throat. I feverishly hit redial, over and over and over again, trying to apologize for my obscene behaviour, but the line rung once before the answering machine. I tried and tried, not yet figuring out that it was futile to do so. Leaving a message wouldn't do anything, I needed to be able to talk to him to explain! "Why won't it work!?" I almost cried, my head filling with the graphic images of what Russia&

You sang to yourself openly as you made your way down the streets of London, by the Thames, in the direction of the newly constructed bridge. You didn’t mind who heard, as you’d been told many times you had a wonderful singing voice, and if you could lighten the mood of the people who heard you even a little then that made you happy. Well, that made the angel part of your personality happy. The demon side of your personality was currently the mental equivalent of sulking in the corner and glaring daggers at everybody who dared come near. It could be confusing with two separate personalities in your head. Two conflicting sets o