rustyhorse

 "Everyone, this is (y/n). She just transferred here. Please make her feel welcome."   Everyone ignored your teacher and continued with their former activities, the girls gossiping in tight circles and the guys pegging each other with paper balls. This was just an average Wednesday for them, and a shy new student was not going to change that. You slunk from the front of the room and sat at the only empty desk, all the way in the back, immediately noticing that the person sitting next to you was the only one not talking to anybody. He had sandy blonde hair with a strange curl that stuck out of his head. He was looking down at his desk, pulli

    What more could you have expected? Your boyfriend of two years had gotten frustrated, and he had hit you. Again. You had finally drawn the line when you saw the bruises on your neck in the mirror. Now you were outside on a cold, rainy November night. It was the perfect setting for something like this to happen. You could hear his frustrated calls in the distance and rolled your eyes. How could he think that you would answer after what he had done? You slid down to the ground, leaning against the brick wall of an apartment building. You didn't cry. You weren't sad. You weren't sorry. You were just alone. In truth, you had been alone since

Please listen to the song first, or even better, during. There's a link in the description. A drop in the ocean A change in the weather I was praying that you and me might End up together. People say love is pain. Of course that's not true. Having experienced love, you knew that the worst pain in the world came from your love going away. Standing on the beach, you threw stones into the water, imagining them making their way to him as he stood on the coast of the Mediterranean, maybe looking for you as you were looking for him. It had been almost a year, the longest year of your life, since Alfred had left to fight for the Allies. It was