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I wasn't sure if I was too early or too late. The way he looked at me was a look of defeat and forlorning. His gaze pierced through me as he kept staring, wringing his hands in a nervous fashion. I knew this was going to be the end of it all. I could sense it. I opened my mouth to speak but no words came out. I tried to call out to him but I knew it was too late for that. My eyes blurred and my cheeks were clammy. I slumped over in defeat. I knew this was the end. It was the end of the Cryaotic Stream.

There he was again. The boy who stood unlike the rest. Upon his mountain he stood as the others around him faded into the moonlight that bathed his face and clothes. Feeling the first breath of night finally approach him, he let his unbreaking strength slip for a second and a tear or two slid down his clammy cheeks. Wide eyes staring up at the dollar coin moon as the twinkling of the lonely stars called to him, he felt the mask he clung so hard to crack a bit. A hand shot up to catch the piece, the smooth feel of porceline almost saddening to feel. The moon rose as the night grew darker and longer, the mask slowly snapping and popping as othe

Love Birds Laurent sat and watched the stars strewn across the midnight coloured sky with an intense gase, his aquamarine eyes focusing and dancing among celestial bodies and clouds of star dust. He often climbed onto the roof of his base and curiously looked past the world and into the majesty of space. He was often calmer here than anywhere else, because no one bothered him here. When we was lost in the stars and hanging on the moon, no one tried to kill him or even try and use him for more vulgar means. It was calm here and for that, he was thankful. He had long missed the quiet nights of his home in France, hiding in his room with a tel

Dave watched as the sky turn a scarlet red in a canvas above him.  Drinking in the warmth from the incoming disaster, he turned on a heel and walked. His brother, on top of Beat Mesa, was fighting with a demon who he dared tangle with. His brother, the achiever. His brother, the fucking show off, in his opinion. He loved Bro in an ironic way, and Bro loved him back. Even as they would fight and wrestle down the stairs and all over the apartment, he still cared about him. Even after being pranked and pelted with his brothers creepy puppets, he still wanted to help him. With these disgustingly mushed up feelings, he mustered his strength and st