Mar-Mar20

The Aspect of Compassion: ~”Look into your own heart; discover what it is that gives you pain. And then refuse, under any circumstance whatsoever, to inflict that pain on anyone else.”~        The screen went black, signalling the end of yet another episode. You robotically clicked ‘next episode’ of (favorite show) and waited for it load. Sighing to yourself, you picked up your cell phone and saw that it was 2 a.m., and he still wasn’t home. Your husband of a year had called you earlier and told you he would be home late, but you didn’t realize it would be this late. No need to worry, you had faith in yo

The Aspect of Agonizing: ~“There’s only one way to happiness, and that is to cease worrying things which are beyond the power of your will.”~     A quiet snap was all you needed to hear for you to throw your restless self out of bed. Taking in slow breaths, you assure yourself that it was only the apartment shifting. Then you take notice of the empty bed, it was 2 a.m. and he still isn't home. This was becoming a problem, you knew your husband’s job occasionally required him to work late, yet you couldn’t help but worry and therefore resulted in a lack of sleep for you. You just wanted him home, safe, and hold

~~~ You couldn’t believe it… In a way he was confessing to you. No one has ever said anything like that to you and you felt your face grow hot. Somehow you had unwillingly managed to have a psychopathic killer fall in love with you. And now you felt like you were falling in love with him. ~~~ Oliver looked at you with such hopeful sky blue eyes, just waiting for you to say something back. But you couldn’t! How could you? And what was worse was that you couldn’t stop the way your heart fluttered at that moment. So you did they only thing you thought of… You stood up from the carpeted floor and ran back to your

You woke up in an unfamiliar room on a very uncomfortable bed. Once your eyes adjusted to the darkness of the room the fear started to set in. You lift your hands up to rub your aching head but to only have your hands jerked back, your hands were bounded by ropes to the bedframe. Helplessly, you try shaking your hands free and to find your legs were bound too. Tears rolled down your cheeks, ‘What happened? How on earth did I get here?’ You thought to yourself as you made whimpering noises. You heard footsteps approaching the door that was right across from you, the door opened and you couldn’t help the whine that came out f

Arthur smirked mentally as he watched your hesitation. Your eyebrows furrowed in confusion, your fingers moved the chess piece on the board. You moved your hand away with a little reluctance, knowing that every move you seem to make would increase the likelihood of losing to Arthur. What was a day to have a relaxing day of afternoon tea with the British gentleman, you had somehow noticed the chess board, and had the strangest notion of playing with him. He obliged, of course, but warned that he wasn't going easy on you. In his house, you followed him to the sitting room, which consisted of two rather large, comfortable-looking chairs on eith

Karamatsu had just finished completing his end of the bet, singing you a “Karamatsu Original” serenade as the two of you sat on the roof. His face was beat red as he nervously looked at you for a reaction. Your smile was so wide your eyes closed in happiness, “Wow!~ That’s the sweetest, most romantic thing anyone has ever done for me. Thank you, I loved it.” You open your eyes to see Karamatsu smiling with teary eyes, you know from living here that the poor guy rarely gets praise. You sigh happily and lean across his guitar to give him a kiss, right on the mouth. His eyes widen in surprise, then flutter close