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The Finest Struggle CH 3Chapter 3 - Rain
Vi's sudden question caught Caitlyn completely off guard. Sure she had already asked herself the same earlier after the argument with Jayce; her conclusion being she did love Vi but as a friend. But now... Now she was sure there was something more. She didn't know if it was just the proximity or the fact that she could hear Vi's heart beating as fast as her own; but fact is, there was a warm fuzzy feeling spreading inside her, giving her the famous butterflies in her stomach she had heard about. She gathered all her resolve and finally opened her eyes, her gaze meeting the enforcer's.
“I'm sorry. That was such a silly question, wasn't it? Of course you love me, otherwise you wouldn't put up with all the mess I cause everyday!” Vi cut her off, laughing nervously. “You're such a good friend cupcake.”
She awkwardly broke the embrace and patted Caitlyn gently on the head with one of her massive gauntlets. The sh
My Heart, Your Light CH 2Would take two days to reach the League; precious time for Lux and Ezreal. Since no one ever knew they were "an item", any time they could spend alone was gladly welcome. But they both knew things would get even harder from that day on. After Lux filling him up on the recent events, Ez could help it but being worried.
Ezreal: You do realize things will be even more difficult for us right? Jarvan will probably try everything he can to make you accept his request; and let's not forget that our so-called "field trips" will be watched closely most likely...
Lux: *Sighs* I know... I've given that a thought already. But like I said before, nothing that he may try will work. As for our "field trips"... I don't see anything that would give us away on it; I mean we are inside old temples or old caves most of the time. I give you some light while you take a look around and then we take some times for ourselves. Even if someone would go to watch us, we would notice.
Ezreal: You go a point
A Bloody, Stupid Miracle The day we’d cured the human condition was the day I put a bullet through my head and didn’t die. It was also the day I realized how scared I actually was of death, and after hours of muscle ache from holding that gauze against my open skull, after the wound closed and everything went back to normal, I had myself a good old-fashioned brainstorm. How ironic.
But when summer came, everything had fallen to shit. The air scorched my skin and parched my tongue every time I took a breath. The sun glared down on a rapidly-collapsing world, full of the undying bastard children of cruelty and misfortune. What was one to do when their cells regenerated faster than they decomposed?
My feet hit the pavement, now littered with jagged bits of glass to snap at my toes, thoroughly baked by the blazing ball of bitter disdain high overhead. Today was worse than yesterday. Though I’d often wondered the purpose of it anymore, I
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