Alfred's Thoughts (In the form of letters)**NOTE: You might want to read what's in the description first.**Alfred's Thoughts (In the form of letters) by ~is-brea-simpli
I miss you. I miss you so much that it hurts. I still love you, and I'm so sorry that I had to leave. Please understand... I didn't leave because I didn't love you. I left because I love you, and I couldn't watch you kill yourself with alcohol.
Matthew told me about you and Francis.
I'm happy for you. Maybe he can make you happy like I never could.
I miss you so much. I wish that you still loved me like you love alcohol and Francis.
Please... stop drinking so I can come back to you.
God, I miss you.
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However, nobody was louder or more obnoxious than Matthew's housemate, and the party's host, Gilbert. He seemed even louder than usual, walking around and talking to everybody in a carrying voice about how awesome it was living in Canada, and how awesome Matthew's pancakes were, and so on and so forth.
“Come on, Birdie!” Gilbert's voice sounded right beside Matthew, making the blo
Costs of FreedomThe court room was stuffy, too hot for the middle of October. The judge, a slim, graying man by the name of Harold Hallman, had ordered the windows to be opened. A crisp morning breeze now blew through the room gently. Judge Hallman took a drink of his water, and adjusted a few papers before he spoke.Costs of Freedom by ~is-brea-simpli
"As I was saying, Corporal Alder, you are aware of the charges brought against you, correct?"
"Yes, your honor."
"You have been charged with murder, the deaths of seventeen civilians, resulting in an additional charge of war crime. This preliminary trial is for the soul purpose of entering a plea... After consulting with your lawyer, and under l
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Ashton jumped and looked up from the book that Damon had loaned him. Justin stood, arms crossed, leaning against the door way.
"Why? You don't like me, why do you care whether I'm back or not?"
"You're my brother, I'm just glad that you're alive."
Ashton sat up, not taking his eyes off of his brother. Unbidden, the dreams of his own death came back into his mind, making his stomach knot uneasily.
"Where's that boy?" Justin asked, glancing around the room.
"He has a name," Ashton said, closing his book when it seemed that Justin had no intention of leaving without a conversation. "Deimitri is downst