Falling in love is a trap. They'll take you places and leave their foot print on your heart so you'll never forget them. Everywhere you go you can hear them. Smell them. See them. Feel them. Taste them. But when they're gone all you can do is remember that what you once had is now nothing more than a void in your stomach you can't fill. You'll find yourself laying on your bed in the middle of the night, crying your heart out, gasping for air as you try to figure out what you did wrong. Then you'll understand that you're just the boy who loved to easily. |
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Today was the day. I hoped it would never come but it had to happen. I'm forced to leave my family with the possibility of never returning. My sweet boys. My loving wife, and my young daughter are my everything. But my family deserves better than an unemployed drunk without a dime in his pocket to feed or support them. I have to leave them. I have to find myself and the man they need. The man they deserve.
As I looked at my old family photos, I wondered how they were, and how much I missed them. It's been a few years since I last saw them. After they through me out for being a siphoner freak. I still love them a lot but they don't even want to hear my name. Especially now that I'm a vampire witch hybrid. Long story short, I wasn't born with the ability to do magic, only siphon it from other magical objects and people. And since vampires were created by magic I can siphon from them. When I turned into one, I had a constant source of magic as well as all the vampire abilities. Accelerated healing, speed, strength, compulsion and immortality. But I also had all of their weaknesses. I needed to be invited into a house before entering, werewolf venom was lethal, it burned my skin whenever I touched vervain, I couldn't walk in the sunlight, and I always had a constant craving for human blood. I also developed a fear for wooden sharp things. But with a spell, I made a daylight ring so I could walk in the sun."An abomination against nature." is what my mother called me.
This week, we made a prototype for our athlete, Bobo Brazil. It was a biography about his life and how he contributed to the wrestling community. I'm proud of the work we have but we still need to finish it. I feel I could've drawn better, and use a pencil. I really like my group because we listen and talk with each other. I could improve with helping them out on their stuff when I'm done. My personal goal for next week is to finish the prototype.
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