I wake the next morning, him still asleep. Thinking I shouldn't be here, I take my heels and slowly and silently walk upstairs and to my room where I should be. The guards let me in and I sit on my bed once they close the door, sighing and pouring myself some wine that he left.
All you need is faith, trust, and a little bit of pixie-dust!
When I wake, I find her gone. Panicking, I pull my shoes on and bolt downstairs. The guards open up and shut me in, and I find h er sitting on the bed, "Y-you left. Why'd you come back here? You could have stayed."
I'm never what I like I'm double sided And I just can't hide I kind of like it When I make you cry 'Cause I'm twisted up, twisted up Inside
I nod and realize that I'm exposing way too much emotion. Nodding again, I head for the door and hesitate before knocking on it, "You don't have to stay in here then, if you won't leave."
I'm never what I like I'm double sided And I just can't hide I kind of like it When I make you cry 'Cause I'm twisted up, twisted up Inside
Forget ragebaiting. What about happybaiting. Purposely mentioning things that my friends like to make them happy and joyous. What about that, huh — GengarTheGhost