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Chocolate - HopexLightningValentine's Day. A wonderful day for couples and lovers, a day to write love letters and give chocolate to your secret love interest, the perfect day for exchanging words of affection and loving looks with your beloved, holding hands in the street to let everyone know that you had someone you care for. A perfect day for a confession.
A day Hope dreaded.
At seventeen he was experimenting all new kinds of feelings, love was one of them but perhaps love was a strong word for now, it was more like a tremendous crush, he thought. Then again he was young and therefore didn't know what to think about it, he had to admit he was very confused with his feelings right now.
Having a crush was nothing out the ordinary for a teenager like him, but his mind had a turmoil going on. Valentine's day was coming and he didn't know what to do, he couldn't possibly ask her out on a date; not once in his life had he thought it would come to this it would be easy if it were any of his classmates,
FearHope's scream woke Lightning up in the dead of the night. It jolted
her awake suddenly, and she automatically reached for her gunblade that
she always placed within an arm's reach before falling asleep.
"Hope?" she quickly got up and moved towards his sleeping area.
were on Pulse, and had taken shelter in some ruins for their makeshift
camp for the night, figuring it would be safer from monsters. Naturally
though, an unexpected monster attack was her first thought for Hope's
sudden scream. This was Pulse after all, they were crawling everywhere…
and Vanille hadn't stirred from the noise, and she could tell from Snow
and Sazh's loud obnoxious snoring from their room that they hadn't
either. However, when she poked her head inside to make sure Hope was
alright, she saw that he wasn't there.
"Hope?" she continued down the hall looking for him.
didn't answer, but she found him huddled in a dark corner, knees to his
chest and arms tightly around them as he shivere
IowaIf you visit Iowa,
you'll call her fields empty,
but she wasn't born that way.
A part of her was carved out
when she was ripped between Virginia
and the purple mountains of New Mexico.
Her gold hair, she tore it out when she realized
it didn't make her a princess.
She laid her locks strung along every road
leading somewhere else.
White hairs on her cheeks
are scars from winter.
Her hair darkens with the dampness
of summer rains.
The storms are never silent,
but neither is life when there's a tear
in your childhood where
a parent ought to be.
I've been flooded by Iowa's sorrow.
The only way I can distract her from her own voided landscape
is if I hate myself harder than she cries.
She just wants to fly
and I want to bus or train,
not because I fear death, but because
I want to take living slow.
It's the only way I ever feel.
From the air it's hard to watch Earth's hips move.
But Earth can't compare to the country.
That's my girl.
Full grown even when harvesting season's j
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