Lyra Heartstrings
February 3rd, 2013, 11:41 PM
It's not formatted at all. I wrote it on my phone, so..yeah. I'll format it correctly tomorrow.
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"Work, damnit!" I zapped him again, desperately trying to bring him back. He couldn't be gone. My Ellis could not be gone. We had survived through a burning hotel, a port, a carnival, a swamp, a sugar mill, and now a city. The helicopter that took us to safety was right there. Coach got his guts ripped out in the Swamp by a hunter. Rochelle was waiting in the helicopter, sobbing quietly that we had lost both. I refused to let my love die. "Ell..I love you. Please come back. I know I was mean. But I love you." His eyes shot open, for a split second.
"Instead of tattoos with bros..lets get tattoos with boyfriend." He smiled, his cute lips bloodied and bruised. I kissed them anyway, relishing our final moments. The last time I would ever see him. The kiss felt like it lasted forever. I felt his lips go limp. I knew he was gone.
"Goodbye, my Mechanic. Our love will live on." I boarded the helicopter. Rochelle was there, her eyes dry, a sad smile on her face.
"Guess it's just you and me, huh?" I broke down, laying my head in her lap and sobbing as the door closed. I was Nick. The tough guy. The asshole. Yet here I was, crying into the thighs of a black girl. But it didn't matter. None of it mattered. Ellis was gone. He was dead. The helicopter pushed off.
"Wah?" Ellis stood up right quick, and looked around. All he could see was horses. "Oh my God it's Christmas."
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Critique that shit.
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"Work, damnit!" I zapped him again, desperately trying to bring him back. He couldn't be gone. My Ellis could not be gone. We had survived through a burning hotel, a port, a carnival, a swamp, a sugar mill, and now a city. The helicopter that took us to safety was right there. Coach got his guts ripped out in the Swamp by a hunter. Rochelle was waiting in the helicopter, sobbing quietly that we had lost both. I refused to let my love die. "Ell..I love you. Please come back. I know I was mean. But I love you." His eyes shot open, for a split second.
"Instead of tattoos with bros..lets get tattoos with boyfriend." He smiled, his cute lips bloodied and bruised. I kissed them anyway, relishing our final moments. The last time I would ever see him. The kiss felt like it lasted forever. I felt his lips go limp. I knew he was gone.
"Goodbye, my Mechanic. Our love will live on." I boarded the helicopter. Rochelle was there, her eyes dry, a sad smile on her face.
"Guess it's just you and me, huh?" I broke down, laying my head in her lap and sobbing as the door closed. I was Nick. The tough guy. The asshole. Yet here I was, crying into the thighs of a black girl. But it didn't matter. None of it mattered. Ellis was gone. He was dead. The helicopter pushed off.
"Wah?" Ellis stood up right quick, and looked around. All he could see was horses. "Oh my God it's Christmas."
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Critique that shit.