Ok, here's a HIM story by our lovable Brea!
It's not finished, so e-mail Brea to write more!!
It's not finished, so e-mail Brea to write more!!
He looked away and focused his attention on the piece of paper in front of him. Nothing. His mind was a complete blank. He hated this feeling. All day he'd been feeling nothing, it was killing him. He sighed and put out the dying butt in his ashtray.
He got up off his bed and started wandering around his room. Passing his desk, he picked up one of his photo albums. He flicked though it until he came to a picture of himself with his friend Eveliina.
She was sitting in an armchair, he was lying in her lap. They were smiling, looking at each other, it was one of his favourite's. He looked closely at it, and noticed how pale she looked in it, contrasting with her black clothes.
She was one of the most beautiful people he'd ever known. He took out the photo and placed the album back down upon his desk. Taking the photo with him, he made his way back over to his bed and sat down.
As he did so a crash of thunder sounded outside and made him jump. "Voi helvetti!" he muttered as he laid down against the matress. Holding the photo against his chest he closed his eyes...
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