Meg had locked the door of her bedroom and sat down, leaning against it. Cas was sitting on the other side of the door.
“Meg, I’m really sorry for what just happened” Cas کہا remorseful. “I don’t know why I’m saying those things یا doing those things. آپ know I’d never hurt آپ deliberately”
Meg let her head rest on her knees. She was going to kill Dean Winchester. This was his fault. He should’ve taken Cas with him. Then Cas could’ve taken his anger out on all the evil sons of a bitches out there.
“It’s the pain” Cas tried to explain himself. “You don’t know what it’s like. It’s like my insides are trying to rip themselves apart and it’s like someone is constantly putting needles in my head”
That sure sounded painful. This could be the work of witches, Meg thought.
“Meg, you’re the only one that can help me. Don’t turn your back on me now” Cas begged. All of a sudden he gasped for air, gagged and vomited.
Meg opened the door and looked from the vomit to Cas. She bent through her knees, grabbed his shoulders and dragged him inside her room. She lay him on the بستر as gentle as possible and then cleaned his face with a napkin.
She stood and wanted to leave, when Cas grabbed her arm. She reluctantly turned around, expecting Cas to lash out on her again.
But there was no fury on his face, just…hurt.
“You have to help me” he begged weak.
“Meg, I’m really sorry for what just happened” Cas کہا remorseful. “I don’t know why I’m saying those things یا doing those things. آپ know I’d never hurt آپ deliberately”
Meg let her head rest on her knees. She was going to kill Dean Winchester. This was his fault. He should’ve taken Cas with him. Then Cas could’ve taken his anger out on all the evil sons of a bitches out there.
“It’s the pain” Cas tried to explain himself. “You don’t know what it’s like. It’s like my insides are trying to rip themselves apart and it’s like someone is constantly putting needles in my head”
That sure sounded painful. This could be the work of witches, Meg thought.
“Meg, you’re the only one that can help me. Don’t turn your back on me now” Cas begged. All of a sudden he gasped for air, gagged and vomited.
Meg opened the door and looked from the vomit to Cas. She bent through her knees, grabbed his shoulders and dragged him inside her room. She lay him on the بستر as gentle as possible and then cleaned his face with a napkin.
She stood and wanted to leave, when Cas grabbed her arm. She reluctantly turned around, expecting Cas to lash out on her again.
But there was no fury on his face, just…hurt.
“You have to help me” he begged weak.
''well it dont seem like nothin'' flame کہا '' well i like spyro but he already has a mate'' ''OMG shes lookin for a mate better play cool'' flame thought ''well im free'' ''but i got to know ya better b4 i look for a mate'' ''u went for spyro and u dont him yet ether'' true but hes so cute i cant resist'' well do ya wanna hang out'' okay'' lets go to the lake and fish'' ''sure'' at the lake spyro and cynder were already there fishin and ember saw them '' oh great spyro's with that nasty witch cynder again she's the evil one from the dark master wy wood he go out with her'' she thought ''lets go to this spot'' flame کہا snapping ember out of her trance-like state ''comin'' then cynder کہا ''woah spyro i caught i big one!'' ''good goin cynder'' ''thats good food for us'' ''tehtehtehteh'' cynder giggled ''u a good fisher too'' ''lets go back to the gardians with the food'' ''okay'' cynder said.
Sometime in our life, everyone must face the fear of rejection and being alone in the big, messed upn world.
Just what exactly do we know about love?
What insanity drives us to go through the whole heart-aching process that we dearly desire?
I, myself faced a type of rejection not long ago. There was a guy i liked in my year, who is very cute and therefor has lots of pretty شائقین of his own.
One day, i decided that i was getting too depressed about the whole thing and decided to tell him. یا ecactly get my mate to tell him, and it turned out...not so greatly.
He knew that i like him-am i too obvious?-and does not, in any way at all, like me.
i tried not to be so damn depressed, but i cracked when i was walking home, i started crying. and he has no idea what an idiot i felt like, likig someone who doesn't like me. who doesn't know i exists...
Just what exactly do we know about love?
What insanity drives us to go through the whole heart-aching process that we dearly desire?
I, myself faced a type of rejection not long ago. There was a guy i liked in my year, who is very cute and therefor has lots of pretty شائقین of his own.
One day, i decided that i was getting too depressed about the whole thing and decided to tell him. یا ecactly get my mate to tell him, and it turned out...not so greatly.
He knew that i like him-am i too obvious?-and does not, in any way at all, like me.
i tried not to be so damn depressed, but i cracked when i was walking home, i started crying. and he has no idea what an idiot i felt like, likig someone who doesn't like me. who doesn't know i exists...
