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The Words To Auld Lang Syne

To the East

I wasn’t so sure if it was my own blood stained my wedding dress. I was so sure that I bathed in crimson as I tried to catch my breath. I held my chest as I can feel the pain for the bullet thoroughly tormented my flesh. My vision was blurry as I tried to see my groom with his devilish look while pointing a gun at me. I’m sure he already fired it, as I tried to stop the blood oozing from my chest. Tears rolled down as I recalled how happy I am at his grand proposal. How he whispers the endless “I love you” to me. How his lips brushed mine as he held me in his embrace.  How sweet his smiles as it were purposely painted like the sun on clear blue skies. Hugo. I looked at him with bitterness as I tried to brush off my tears. I don’t understand why our love ends up like this.  All the love I had shattered as I looked this unfamiliar man in front of me. He walked towards me and he pointed the gun he held in his hands earlier. “My sweetest Jane.” He planted a departing kiss as I tried to talk back but my lips won’t move. My body was trembling with fear with the monster that is willing to end my life.  “I know you must be shocked at this state.” As he played few strands of my hair as I tried to reach him to retaliate but my trembling hands landed at his face, stained his handsome face with the blood from my chest. My tears won’t stop from flowing as I watch him laugh hideously; he held my hands and feels it in his face. I could still feel the warmth in his face.  “Hu..Hugo…Please help me.” Trying to survive and plead. I wonder if one touch could appease his anger and withdraw his gun from my head. “Shhhhhhh….. Don’t cry love. You won’t be alone in your afterlife. You may join your beloved parents, what do you think?” My parents, their faces flashed in my mind as they were supportive in my wedding with Hugo. They were the one who arrange this whole thing as their only cherished daughter. I trembled with wrath as I grabbed his collar with my might. This cursed creature! “What did I do to deserve this!” I shouted with all my voice that left with me. I couldn’t let him go as I gather my strength to get even for my parents. My naïve parents who blindly supported me to be with him.  He laughed evilly and I couldn’t know him. I stood in silence as I listened him laughed in my state, Hugo have you ever loved me? Thought crossed my mind. “You were too stubborn to believe that I loved you Jane. You were easily deluded that I need to get rid of you.”  So this must be the most hurting words I heard. I let him go from my grasp. I know he was waiting seconds to end my life it was that I am a bit impatient. “Indeed I am deluded Hugo. I regret falling in love with you wholeheartedly.” I pulled the trigger from the gun he pointed at me and I fell into darkness. Everything was a lie. Before I totally lose my senses, I could hear a woman calling Hugo and stood toward his side. I could still gaze at the approaching shadow and it became clearer and clearer. I clenched my face of what I saw. It was my sister, Allison and behind her were my parents. I wanted to laughed with the twist of events. Nobody know I could still heard them talking in my dying self. I could feel my mother’s hand wring my neck to sure that I will die. I could not resist.  My death was stage. My death was….
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WORDS WE NEVER SAID

In a world where unspoken truths can weigh heavier than mountains, no one ever warned me about the danger of words left unsaid. I always thought I could handle it—breaking my heart seemed easier than breaking my mind, after all. But it turns out, the mind is a far more dangerous place than the heart. It doesn’t heal quickly, and it doesn’t forget. What happens when you leave words hanging in the air is that they start to fill every empty space, crowding out anything else, leaving only the residue of missed opportunities and what-ifs. My journal sat in front of me now, filled with everything I’d never said. All the words that could have changed something, anything. It was strange, how it felt so much easier to discard an entire journey than it did to let go of a single glance from yesterday. The words I left behind felt heavier than the pages I wrote them on. I didn’t even know why I kept writing anymore—maybe because it was the only place where I could finally speak, even if no one would ever read it. The reality of not saying things, of keeping my feelings buried, left a deeper scar than any conversation I never had. But what could I do? It’s not like the words would ever come, not now. What was left were the possibilities—the ones that never had a chance to come to life. A life where we could have made different choices, said the things we were too scared to say. But the past is a cruel thing to hang onto. It taunts you with the “what could have been” but never gives you any answers. And so, I sat there, sighing as I thought about how this was all I could do—curse the world, blame myself, and wonder if maybe there was something I could have changed. Maybe I could’ve found a way to let him know how I felt. Maybe I could’ve found the courage to stop pretending. But now, I was just left to face the weight of silence, and it felt as heavy as the words I could never speak. I thought I could be fine, that time would wash it all away—just move on, I told myself. But the more I tried, the more I found myself tangled in a web of thoughts that didn’t make sense. The days and nights we spent together were now just memories—snippets of laughter, quiet moments, little glances exchanged in the middle of the chaos, all trapped in the space between the confusion and the comfort of what used to be. I looked back, trying to make sense of it all, but it was like trying to hold water in my hands. The harder I tried, the more it slipped through my fingers. I regard all of us, how we all fall into this trap—how we’re all just people, trying to navigate this world with the hope that someone might catch us, that someone might finally understand what we didn’t say. Maybe we all end up here, stuck in the mess of things we wanted to say, but never did. And at the end of the day, there’s no one to blame but ourselves. We’re the ones who held back, who kept our truths hidden, all for the sake of protection, or pride, or fear. It’s easy to blame the world for the things that go wrong, but in the end, we’re the ones who let it go unspoken. And maybe that’s the hardest part—learning that we were the ones who stood in our own way.
silverstariii · 9.4K Views

To The World (BL)

(Mature Content and Adult Things and Mentions Of Drugs) ~~~~ Yang is an abandoned child when he was only 7 years old because his drunken father abandoned him by telling him to wait for him at the park bench but…2 hours have passed but Yang hasn't heard from him ever since the moment he said he will be back to check on something… He began searching for him while tearing up and calling his name but no one responds and the people at the park stares at him calling his father…Yang asks the people who is on the park and some ignored him and continue talking or walking and some just completely refuse to help me…  That makes him tear up even more suddenly it began heavy raining and he have no umbrella causing him to run but he trips because of the wet concrete and causing his knees to be bruised and even bleed but he try to stand up and cover himself to a roof off a gym…Yang gets a cardboard box and too cover himself and continue crying of why his father just left him like that… Some minutes later of crying he fell asleep and the coach of the gym noticed the cardboard and went outside with a umbrella on top of his head and looks underneath the box…And to his shocked it's a kid that seems to fell asleep while crying he wonder to himself why is a kid like him be here all alone he began looking around and lift the kid out of the cardboard box and carry him to the gym to not get him a rough sick and cold to his little body Yang wakes in the shouts of many people and he sits up on the seat of the gym and wonders who takes him here…He stands up and sees the two fighters on the ring boxing each other not knowing he is on the main event of the whole tournament the final between “Roger Malone” vs the current defending champion “Nicolas Lynos” The coach from earlier sits beside him and stares at Yuma watching intensely the two fighters boxing he chuckles and pats the kid on the back and speak carefully to not scare this kid “Hey kid are you alone…where are your parents and what are you doing on a cardboard box instead of your parents house?” Yang turns around and looks at the old man that seems like kinda older to his father he nods at him slowly and tears makes his eyes kind of red on the inside “Yeah…My father abandoned me in the park, I don't know why he did that. I am a good kid in the house…But he tells me to wait for him because he is checking something in the park…i don't know what to do I have no house to live…” Yang began crying once more and the old man hugs him and patting his back and wiping him tears on his eyes and smiles at him to make him not cry anymore and to make him know he is safe around him…Yang hugs back and stares at the boxing ring once again hearing the referee counting up to 10 the old man laughs and put his hands on Yang shoulder and speak “That is called boxing kid…You seem so interested in it wanna learn it or how it works and to even do it on your own you have so much potential I can sense it because of your pure heart and good spirit…” Yang smiles happily and nods at him with pure excitement and ready to learn how they do the things they do on that ring (Heavily inspired by Hajime No Ippo)
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