Distant Horizons (Mass Effect)Shepard,
I'm sorry for what I said back on Horizon. I spent two years pulling myself back together after you went down with the Normandy. It took me a long time to get over my guilt for surviving and move on. I'd finally let my friends talk me into going out for drinks with a doctor on the Citadel. Nothing serious, but trying to let myself have a life again, you know?
Then I saw you, and everything pulled hard to port. You were standing in front of me, but you were with Cerberus. I guess I really don't know who either of us is anymore. Do you even remember that night before Ilos? That night meant everything to me... maybe it meant as much to you. But a lot has changed in the last two years and I can't just put that aside.
But please be careful. I've watched too many people close to me die—on Eden Prime, on Virmire, on Horizon, on the Normandy. I couldn't bear it if I lost you again. If you're still the woman I remember I know you'll find a way to stop these Collector attacks.
Shattered Beauty (The Hunger Games)The reality is shocking, but I don’t let that hinder me. I can’t afford distractions. I’m here to win. Anything else is out of question. So I grab the first knife in my vicinity and sink it into the opponent’s flesh.
District 4. Poor sod. I shared a lunch with him one afternoon at the Training Centre. Sorry, buddy, but everyone’s an enemy in these walls and I the worst of all.
It’s down to final eight. By now, someone’s interviewing my brother back in D1. I’m sure he’s relishing the attention. Probably as much as that of the girls chasing around the academy.
My strong, quiet brother. I hope he’ll never come to facing this.
My hands are dripping with blood in spite of being washed clean. They don’t teach this in the academy—the revulsion you have to arm yourself with on your own. When the adrenalin of the day fades, we’re all just people—sentient beyond the needs of the audience.
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A Girl and a BoyA girl and a boy. They’ve been best friends for years, but they have never met each other until now. An online friendship. They first met when a girl was twenty years old; a boy was fifteen at the time. They were older now.
A boy is anxious. He likes a girl. He got her flowers.
A girl is more reserved than that. More realistic. All she got him was herself. Not counting a small packet of Maltesers she purchased on flight. All she got him was herself and her soul.
A girl is confused. She has never been here before. It was a different city, a different country, even a different continent to hers.
A boy keeps his eyes fixed on the flux of incoming people, searching for a girl.
And then a girl comes into his view and a boy to hers. They recognise each other instantly. Their auras stand out in the crowd. They smile, they greet, they cry, they hug, they dream.
A boy holds her in his arms for the first time and she feels perfect. She smells nice.
They breathe each other in. They make bad