Recent Content by beaminginlight

This is non-KH related =P No powers or weapons, just regular high school. OC characters, please =P
Um, this is my first RP here so I dunno how the profile process goes. PM them to me?

Name:
Age:
Appearance:
Bio:
Personality:

I guess XD
The schedule will be up if we get people =P Pictures must be anime and hopefully not real characters =/ Try having English names, but if you must, Japanese is okay. I think that's it. Oh wait! Rules!

PG-15
Don't curse
Don't Godmode
And I think that's it. If anybody wants to help, PM =/

A/N: This has nothing in any way to do with Death Note, nor have I ever read it xD It's just a writing exercise I did and I would like comments so far. I just want to know if I should continue with it or throw it in the trash.
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She whithered away into the darkness as my hand let go of hers. She was gone... into “the other”. I felt a tear or two roll down my cheek as I was pulled back into my own portal. A strand of her hair lay in my hand. Her long blond hair. Her green eyes lingered in my head for just a while longer than I liked. I felt my feet touch ground for the first time in God knows how long. I found myself in the debris of my broken house. That's when I fell to my knees and sobbed my heart out. I was man, but how long could a man remain man if he had just lost his love to “the other”?

I should just start out from the beginning. Now that you're reading this, I'd just like to let you know that... I'm probably dead by now. This is my suicide note. Or story, rather.

Her name was Summer. And she was, in fact, the pure essence of summer, itself. She frolicked in the flowers and was the most innocent creature you'd ever meet. Because, she wasn't a human. I'm not sure what she was but she didn't work like a human. She lived. She lived her life to the fullest. And me? How did I come into this story? I labored. I worked for my father night and day in the fields. And she had found our field to skip around in that day. I was ordered to stop her and I ran but I stopped in my tracks. She was the image of beauty. I don't think I had ever known what perfect meant until that day. She was absolutely flawless. And I was speechless. I don't think I would've spoken if she hadn't stopped her fun to see me.

“Hello?” she spoke in the tone I had imagined her to speak in. It fit her face and body. She waved her hand in front of my unblinking eyes and giggled a bit. I shook my head a little bit to bring myself back to earth.

“Um, sorry... hi,” I said, not knowing what to say and completely forgetting why I had come out of the house in the first place. So she decided to take the first step by holding out her hand to me.

“I'm Summer!” she grinned. I hadn't noticed at the time that she hadn't said her last name, nor would it have made a difference to me if she had. Her laugh was gorgeous. It was as precious as a child's laughter.

“Hiii...” I slurred a bit as I completely missed her hand, going to shake it. She stopped and stared at me curiously and again giggled.

“Are you okay, mister? What's your name?” she asked me, cocking her head a bit and giving me a friendly smile.

It was at that moment that I forgot my name. I forgot where I was and I forgot what was going on around me. I stared, I admit. I just stared at her in her perfect poise, manner, grace, excellence. I had only known her for about 5 minutes, but I was already infatuated with her. I realized that I had a blank stare on and immediately tried to regain my memory.

“I'm Gavin,” I said, shyly, “And this field you're dancing in is my father's.” I felt bad, but I knew my father was probably watching and he had ears everywhere. And I don't just mean the corn. He actually had spies looking out for me.

She frowned. She still looked beautiful, but I suddenly felt bad for taking her out of her happiness. My heart lurched forward and I had to say something, but before I could she spoke in a lower voice than before.

“I-I'm sorry,” she said. But before I could say anything she was back in her happy manner and she said, “I guess I'll go now! I should be going to check on Willow anyway. She's always been a naughty one!”

I didn't really know who Willow was, nor did I care. But I was curious and anxious to know the details of who this girl was.

“Wait! Where are you from? Where do you live? How'd you end up here? Are you new? How old are you?” The questions poured out of my mouth. As soon as I was done, though, my cheeks heated up into a blush.

But as soon as I lifted my eyes from the ground to look at her, she was gone. I lay in the fields and drifted away, still thinking about the perfect girl I had just met.