The roof had become her sanctuary in the crazy months that followed her first kiss with Nick.
They had kissed. She had freaked and let it destroy her relationship with Sam. Both single, she and Nick continued to skirt around each other, tension building. Eventually the they exploded in a series of passionate kisses, but then mean-spirited words, spoken in fear. And then broken hearts as they both fled to other people, partially out of spite, but mostly out of the terror that what they had was real, real enough to shatter them completely.
Jess liked to tell herself that they were back to where they were before that first kiss, but she knew tha
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Just Aang: Back to Before
The next morning found Katara watching the kids go penguin sledding from a window in the compound, a million thoughts dancing through her head. Had it really been that long since she first went penguin sledding with him? Oftentimes, she felt like she had just cracked open the iceberg yesterday, yet his death had come a lifetime ago.
Earlier that morning, Tenzin had asked her how she was doing. For a brief moment, it was Aang asking, and she truly considered the question, but before she could give an answer, it was Tenzin in front of her once again. She was well. Of course she was well, and even if she wasn't, she wouldn't burden her son with
Annabeth didn't fall apart. She worried and planned and cursed the gods, but she didn't fall apart. She never sat in her cabin, crying and looking at old photos. She never walked around aimlessly, completely heartbroken. She could live without Percy; she had done it before. That didn't change the fact that she cared about him, though.
She was scared, but never for herself. She got angry, but life didn't stop. She constantly pushed forward, knowing that each passing day meant she was a day closer to him. In the back of her mind, she knew he may not remember her, but that wouldn't matter if she never found him.
She never became a helpless lit
Estoy viva,
Eso es mi canción.
Eso es mi canción,
Mi corazón,
Mi razón,
Mi alma.
Eso es mi esencia,
Mi herencia,
Mi procedencia,
Mi traducción.
Soy una soñadora,
Ingenua y sabia.
Soy una estrella,
Brillante y distante.
No hay nada ni nadie
Que pueda tocarme.
Que pueda tomarme
Y deshacerme.
No hay nada que pueda deshacerme.
Nada, salvo tiempo,
Tiempo y Dios.
"Pabu! Where are you?" Bolin called. "This isn't our house and- oh! There you are little guy." Pabu chirped happily and bounced over to Bolin. "What do you have here?" The fire ferret gently released the piece of paper into his master's hands. Bolin surveyed what seemed to be a painting. There were eight people, all looking to be about his age, and an old man in what looked like a tea shop. Many of the kids, including the bald monk, looked vaguely familiar, but the only real Air Nomad he had ever known was Tenzin, so Bolin dismissed it. He had never seen a group of people look so happy just to be in each other's company.
"That's one of my fa
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5 things...
1. As an artist, I consider myself a singer and actor primarily.
2. I absolutely love math.
3. Pe