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Mayah Playah Vice Captain
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Posted: Mon Apr 23, 2012 11:00 pm
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Posted: Mon Apr 23, 2012 11:25 pm
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Mayah Playah Vice Captain
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Posted: Mon Apr 23, 2012 11:39 pm
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"You know," she whispered as the wounds on her arm and hand dropped an endless stream of blood, "when you left, I thought it a sign. My father had been killed, my stepfather had been taken away, and my own mother was slipping out of my fingers. I had to grow up faster than anyone else, so even at five, I was more advanced than the other kids. I felt normal around you, not like the freak I'd been my whole life. When you went away, I thought it meant I was a freak, a mass of unloved, wasteful matter. It killed me everyday to think that I wasn't good enough for yet another male. Eventually, I realized that it wasn't me that drove you away, it was you. Soon after, everything became right again. I fell in love, and we were already picking out wedding bands when he died. Suicide, apparently. One more man who walked away. Then suddenly, you came back. It felt so right to be near you again, to talk to you, to be that dorky five year old again. And then...you touched me. It was intoxicating, addicting, and I needed more. I needed to feel important. So I deceived you. I'm not sorry though. You opened my eyes to the sad truth: love is a privilege, not a necessity, and I don't need it, nor will I ever had it. I will never love again, not as long as I have breath in me. You were my first love, Navarre, and because if this, you are my last."
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Posted: Mon Apr 23, 2012 11:48 pm
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He stopped to listen to her tale. "Don't you dare give up on love." he said and spun around on his heel to give her a fierce look. "You are so young, even the knowledge in your mind can't tell you about your future. Love is not a privilege, it is not a necessity, not a cruel demeanor, it is simply what its viewer thinks of it as. Just because it seems hard or impossible doesn't mean it's a sign to give up, it just means to try harder." Navarre paused and looked to where the wind blew, north. "Somehow meeting you felt like it was something important that I had to do. I can't explain it, but it felt somewhat right. Maybe it was to give you this advice, maybe it was just for the sake of seeing you." His gaze flickered to her. "But you are a beautiful and wise girl, it'd be such a shame to the world if you were to close your heart to it." With that he turned back around and walked off. That cold wind blew again, and it swept up the leaves and flower petals on the ground, near the flowers. The assortment of flowers and leaves spun around Navarre like some kind of veil, and when the wind died down, the man was gone.
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Mayah Playah Vice Captain
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Posted: Mon Apr 23, 2012 11:55 pm
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