In Solitude and Silence Comes Chaos and Violence
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I met her when I was fifteen. She was stunning, saw the world the way I did, and no matter how corrupted it was she never let it take her. She was strong. By doing this im probably going to kill her too. I don’t wanna die, I never did. I used to be so full of life ya know?
We all were that way once.
I fell in love.
I fell in love with her.
I fell in love with life…
Im such an idiot.
We met because of a band. Probably the only reason im posting this on this site. I guess you can call me Alaria. I cant tell you my real name. they would get mad..
Do you ever have that feeling where youre homesick, but not for the place you call “home”?? I get that a lot.
I guess this is just the result of depression and the thoughts in my head not going away. I wish I could make them shut up. It sucks.
But enough about me.
We came for fanfiction didn’t we??
So let me spin you the tale of the amazing Wild One, Alaria Winchester.
Me.
