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Someone who cares 6BEN's pov
"J-Jeff? Why did you-" I looked down at his hands."I didn't do this...Slenderman did." Jeff seemed different. "Why?" I looked back up at his face. "I- I don't think he wants us to...be together." I jumped back at his words."T-That's not fair. We're not together. He hand no right in cutting your hands like that." My voice got intense. Jeff looked at me as he heard the change in my voice. "BEN... please calm down they're just cuts. It don't matter. Look at my face. A few cuts on my hands aren't going to changed anything. I am beautiful." I smiled to Jeff's words. When he was sad or hurt he would just talk good about himself and then he would be fine. Jeff looked down and his long, black hair cover his face. It sounded like he was laughing or crying... it was hard to tell. I pulled back his hair so that I could see his face. His eyes were crying but his mouth was laughing. "Jeff? You o-okay?" I focused on him harder. He picked me up by the arms and slammed me into the wall. I lo
Someone who cares 5BEN's pov
"BEN! I thought I told you not to get high or drunk while everyone was away!" Slendy sounded irritated. I pulled away from Jeff. I wasn't high or drunk, I was just showing Jeff how I felt. "Maybe if Jeff and Slendy think I'm high, Jeff won't be mad and Slendy won't think I'm gay." I thought to myself. I acted high for the rest of the night. Slendy put a hand on his forehead in disappointment,"Jeff, remind me never to leave him in charge again." Jeff shook his head and looked back at me,"Uh slendy...can you help me get out of these sheets?" Slendy untied the sheets from Jeff and me. Jeff sighed and walked me to my room and Slendy went to his. "Dude...if you weren't so f**king high right now I'd...never mind you can even listen to me right now." Jeff spoke to me thinking I was high."He believed it. Still I feel bad for lying to him and Slendy." I thought. I was so focused on Jeff and my feelings I didn't pay attention that he had stopped and was in front of me. I walked into hi
SolaceShe never slept well in the dark,
not without the children of the sun and moon
to guide her weary lids home.
Guided by the aftermath, she was always two steps behind.
What did the world look like to the girl who had been through it all?
Braved the heaviest of storms,
yet skipping over cracks in the pavement.
They said her eyes were the wisps of clouds before the storm.
To him they were reflections of pages overlooked.
She said it was like she lived the life of someone she had never met.
Laid out to dry, yesterdays news.
He knew her as the girl who was built to never collapse.
He wished he was too.
He loved her more than words could say, and yet her pain was such,
that at times, he feared she wouldn’t make it.
But on nights like these, even when it threatened to consume her,
he became convinced that somehow she would.
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