"You've fallen out of touch...got lost along the way.I know it's not enough,but these things... they all get better."Since you were a teen, you had been plagued by what you thought was a mental disorder. Just as you convinced yourself the only way to be free from it was to end it all, Dan Smith found himself entangled in your broken life and concerned himself with picking up the pieces.
Cause I might not say it back...A true and detailed account of why I'm so messed up.Names are changed to protect reputations. Yes, that is me in the cover.
I stood above him as he cowered with his arms over his head. I paused and through his trembling, bloody fingers I looked into his blue eyes that were begging me for mercy. I had no intention in stopping until he ceased breathing... until I ended the man responsible for destroying the last thing in life that I loved. Nothing was stopping me from killing Dan Campbell Smith. Nothing.
Alice's world is tumbling down at Dan's expense. His love for her and his fear of her suicidal tendencies has made him desperate to find healing for her- so desperate he is willing to cut all ties and communication with her if only to end her self-destruction. But what lead to this agony? Memories of abuse and loss stain both Dan's and Alice's minds.She's a sad story who deserves a happy ending but she's so scared, thinking no one could ever love her... Especially Dan, knowing the abuse that lead to these scars.They lie together, Oil on WaterThey lie upon her, Someone's daughter
Kyle Simmons and Emma Bell each thought they had a near perfect life. Kyle lived life of "Rock n' Role, Drugs, and Sex" making a living and traveling the world in the successful band, Bastille. Twenty-seven year-old Simmons had become accustom to getting what he wanted through his fame, and hadn't really grown up yet. Almost twenty years old, Emily Bell's oyster was the world; people thought she was a child prodigy. She was steadily working on her doctorate degree. Her ambitious parents forced her to grow up, and mature early. Simmons and Bell each knew what they wanted and how to get it, but they never saw each other coming.Watch them pick up the pieces of their lives as they learn the consequences of their actions and the unpredictability of life and emotions in this alternating first person narrative.
All these ficlets and mini fic series are my own.If you see them on tumblr, I probably submitted them to @bastilleisimagined when the account was still active.
"I'm so sorry, Kyle," you whisper. "You were-still are- my life. When you left me I fell apart."(Kyle Simmons/Bastille) Mini-imagine. Completed.