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After getting picked on by a couple of bullies , you walked home in the rain with no umbrella , crying and beaten . You walked home in silence. You began to sing (titanium by David guetta ft. Sia), all the way home.
(??? P.o.v)
I was watching my poor love (y/n) walk home in the cold rain in tears with no umbrella and bruised . I grew angerd at the fact that those fucking bullies would hurt someone so beautiful, so kind and caring. My love has done nothing to deserve pain, they give her she deserves love and I'm the one to give her just that.
(Your p.o.v)
Why does everyone hate me. Why I'm not loved or even cared for? 'Your useless (y/n) that's why.'saId the voice inside your head .'your fat, stupid, and ugly, heck even a group of outcast hate you!' 'Your nothing and always will be!' You started to cry again. Until you heard someone or something rustle in a bush nearby your house . You turned around nervously and seen a crumbled piece of paper you walked towards it and picked it up , you opened it. It read 'miss (y/n) my love your beauty is beyond compared, (h/c)hair soft as silk , lips gental as rose petals, a voice that would make angels sinnfully envious , charming yet very lovely (e/c) eyes, sun kissed (s/c) skin that would make gods take part war over you , and a pure angelic soul that's brighter than the sun . So will you ,my love, be mine as ill be yours ?
Sincerely, Jack
You blushed deep red at the 'love letter' written by Jack your secret admirer from afar. You wondered what if it was eyeless Jack does that mean his real? Or all creepypastas are real ! You began to smile at the thoughts of 'what ifs'. And at that moment you snapped back to reality . And began to fangirl. OMG JACK WROTE ME A LOVE LETTER!!!!! you squealed with delight. As you ran home .
(??? P.o.v)
I smirked as I watched her blush at the letter and squeal like a fangirl. Maybe I could visit her tonight! Yeah that would be a great! Since her parents will be at work for about two hours that'd be enough time!
To be continued. ...
(??? P.o.v)
I was watching my poor love (y/n) walk home in the cold rain in tears with no umbrella and bruised . I grew angerd at the fact that those fucking bullies would hurt someone so beautiful, so kind and caring. My love has done nothing to deserve pain, they give her she deserves love and I'm the one to give her just that.
(Your p.o.v)
Why does everyone hate me. Why I'm not loved or even cared for? 'Your useless (y/n) that's why.'saId the voice inside your head .'your fat, stupid, and ugly, heck even a group of outcast hate you!' 'Your nothing and always will be!' You started to cry again. Until you heard someone or something rustle in a bush nearby your house . You turned around nervously and seen a crumbled piece of paper you walked towards it and picked it up , you opened it. It read 'miss (y/n) my love your beauty is beyond compared, (h/c)hair soft as silk , lips gental as rose petals, a voice that would make angels sinnfully envious , charming yet very lovely (e/c) eyes, sun kissed (s/c) skin that would make gods take part war over you , and a pure angelic soul that's brighter than the sun . So will you ,my love, be mine as ill be yours ?
Sincerely, Jack
You blushed deep red at the 'love letter' written by Jack your secret admirer from afar. You wondered what if it was eyeless Jack does that mean his real? Or all creepypastas are real ! You began to smile at the thoughts of 'what ifs'. And at that moment you snapped back to reality . And began to fangirl. OMG JACK WROTE ME A LOVE LETTER!!!!! you squealed with delight. As you ran home .
(??? P.o.v)
I smirked as I watched her blush at the letter and squeal like a fangirl. Maybe I could visit her tonight! Yeah that would be a great! Since her parents will be at work for about two hours that'd be enough time!
To be continued. ...
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Awwww how sweet! :3
.....wait holdup! How does even see?.....
Can he see?....
good job Author-Chan
.....wait holdup! How does even see?.....
Can he see?....
good job Author-Chan