It had been raining for Mehr than a week, so much rain it made everyday seemed so restless and gloomy. She called and sagte she was coming up. It was the third time she came up to see me that week. I carried her excuse of why she came all the way here and went to meet her at the nearby seven-eleven. She was standing there alone, carrying her red umbrella. Her friend had dropped her off. It was raining and she was shivering. She looked weak and fragile in the harsh rain, wearing not enough to keep her warm.
I walked up to her and said, "You shouldn't come see me anymore," and stuff like how we shouldn't be together.
She said, "I miss you."
I told her coldly, "Lets go, I'll take Du home."
She did not open up her umbrella, I knew she wanted to share mine.
I said, "Open up your umbrella, let's go."
Unwillingly, She opened up her umbrella and walked with me to the car. She sagte she hadn't eat lunch oder abendessen and asked if we could stop at some place to eat.
Right away I answered with a stoned heart, "No!"
Disappointed, she asked me to take her to the train station, she sagte she would take the train back home.
Maybe it was the rain, all the trains were full of people with umbrellas and suit cases who were eager to get home, not caring about who just passed by. We waited and waited, she looked at me innocently. Being together for so long, of course I knew what she meant. I understand how she must feel when she came all this way here in this kind of weather and I treat her like this. With her soft eyes staring at me, I felt guilt and wanted to let her stay for the night.
But reality struck again, I sagte to her coldly, "Let's go try the other train station."
We were living in the same apartment building, on the same floor. Back then there were four of us, and we got along well. We would always eat abendessen together, watch movies, and sometimes go camping. We were Mehr like a family, but I didn't know I would end up falling in Liebe with the only girl of the four. Maybe it was during the last Jahr of college, having living together for two years, we developed deep feelings for each other. After she graduated she went back home, and I stayed for one Mehr Jahr to finish school. During that Jahr I was only able to take the train down to see her on holidays, but never for long. That was how we kept the treasured relationship.
We were walking along the side of the road. She was in front of me and I was right behind her. Her umbrella had a broken spoke. She looked liked a wounded soldier, carrying her rusted gewehr walking weakly. Many times, she was too into thinking oder whatever she was doing, drifting off the road, she almost got hit Von the cars passing by. I wanted to just take her in my arms, but with the Liebe I had for her and the constant pain in my stomach, I did nothing. On the way, we passed Von the park where we use to always go.
She begged and said, "Lets go in the park just for a little while please, I promise I'll go Home right after this." to be continued... at chrises dairy (part 2)
I walked up to her and said, "You shouldn't come see me anymore," and stuff like how we shouldn't be together.
She said, "I miss you."
I told her coldly, "Lets go, I'll take Du home."
She did not open up her umbrella, I knew she wanted to share mine.
I said, "Open up your umbrella, let's go."
Unwillingly, She opened up her umbrella and walked with me to the car. She sagte she hadn't eat lunch oder abendessen and asked if we could stop at some place to eat.
Right away I answered with a stoned heart, "No!"
Disappointed, she asked me to take her to the train station, she sagte she would take the train back home.
Maybe it was the rain, all the trains were full of people with umbrellas and suit cases who were eager to get home, not caring about who just passed by. We waited and waited, she looked at me innocently. Being together for so long, of course I knew what she meant. I understand how she must feel when she came all this way here in this kind of weather and I treat her like this. With her soft eyes staring at me, I felt guilt and wanted to let her stay for the night.
But reality struck again, I sagte to her coldly, "Let's go try the other train station."
We were living in the same apartment building, on the same floor. Back then there were four of us, and we got along well. We would always eat abendessen together, watch movies, and sometimes go camping. We were Mehr like a family, but I didn't know I would end up falling in Liebe with the only girl of the four. Maybe it was during the last Jahr of college, having living together for two years, we developed deep feelings for each other. After she graduated she went back home, and I stayed for one Mehr Jahr to finish school. During that Jahr I was only able to take the train down to see her on holidays, but never for long. That was how we kept the treasured relationship.
We were walking along the side of the road. She was in front of me and I was right behind her. Her umbrella had a broken spoke. She looked liked a wounded soldier, carrying her rusted gewehr walking weakly. Many times, she was too into thinking oder whatever she was doing, drifting off the road, she almost got hit Von the cars passing by. I wanted to just take her in my arms, but with the Liebe I had for her and the constant pain in my stomach, I did nothing. On the way, we passed Von the park where we use to always go.
She begged and said, "Lets go in the park just for a little while please, I promise I'll go Home right after this." to be continued... at chrises dairy (part 2)
-Renesmee-
Von the time we landed for THE LAST TIME, I was really tired, despite sleeping like a rock the entire time.
"Emmett is going to personally ensure your permanent skin tone becomes bright red," Jacob remarked.
I scowled at him; I hated that I blushed so frequently.
"But I like it," he grinned. "It makes Du look cute."
"Are Du on his side oder mine?" I almost growled at him. I was NOT in the mood for this.
"Yours," he said, still grinning.
"Great. Then please be Mehr supportive."
"Yes, ma'am," he said, saluting me.
"Whatever," I mumbled as we stepped into the cab.
* * *
Von the time we reached Forks, I was still incredibly tired.
The last thing I remembered was steeping out of the cab, and making it eight steps before my legs folded underneath me and Jacob's warm arms catching me before I fell.
I blinked my eyes closed, too exhausted to move.
Von the time we landed for THE LAST TIME, I was really tired, despite sleeping like a rock the entire time.
"Emmett is going to personally ensure your permanent skin tone becomes bright red," Jacob remarked.
I scowled at him; I hated that I blushed so frequently.
"But I like it," he grinned. "It makes Du look cute."
"Are Du on his side oder mine?" I almost growled at him. I was NOT in the mood for this.
"Yours," he said, still grinning.
"Great. Then please be Mehr supportive."
"Yes, ma'am," he said, saluting me.
"Whatever," I mumbled as we stepped into the cab.
* * *
Von the time we reached Forks, I was still incredibly tired.
The last thing I remembered was steeping out of the cab, and making it eight steps before my legs folded underneath me and Jacob's warm arms catching me before I fell.
I blinked my eyes closed, too exhausted to move.
10. Tell him only to address Du in a cute English accent.
9. Call him Carlisle, but be sure to pronounce the “s”. When he corrects you, give him a weird look and tell him the “q” is silent.
8. Ask if blondes really do have Mehr fun.
7. Inquire as to what he actually does on his night shift on the hospital, with all the pretty nurses in the ER.
6. Instead of telling him to “get lost” in an argument, tell him to swim to France.
5. When he annoys you, respond with “times have changed, old man”.
4. Ask what type of superhuman power compassion is – what does he do in a fight? Liebe thy enemy to death?
3. Leap out from behind the schreibtisch in his study when he isn’t expecting it and spray him with Holy Water.
2. Call him McSteamy oder McDreamy.
And the Number One way to annoy Carlisle Cullen?
1. Run around the Emergency Room screaming “I’ve been bitten! I’ve been bitten!”
9. Call him Carlisle, but be sure to pronounce the “s”. When he corrects you, give him a weird look and tell him the “q” is silent.
8. Ask if blondes really do have Mehr fun.
7. Inquire as to what he actually does on his night shift on the hospital, with all the pretty nurses in the ER.
6. Instead of telling him to “get lost” in an argument, tell him to swim to France.
5. When he annoys you, respond with “times have changed, old man”.
4. Ask what type of superhuman power compassion is – what does he do in a fight? Liebe thy enemy to death?
3. Leap out from behind the schreibtisch in his study when he isn’t expecting it and spray him with Holy Water.
2. Call him McSteamy oder McDreamy.
And the Number One way to annoy Carlisle Cullen?
1. Run around the Emergency Room screaming “I’ve been bitten! I’ve been bitten!”