Combat D'Amour [S] - Forum - Virtual Popstar

Zee wrote:
Just posting this prolouge to see if you guys like it and considering theres barely any stories here it'd be a great addition, and if you do, Well I guess Ill just post the chapters with it, please leave feedback. C:
This is copied from my Mibba so excuse the different font and colour.
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“I just don’t get it.” Five words. Fourteen letters. We grow up using this sentence, High school, Work, Lectures, University. It’s the words that either get us to understand something, or gets us in trouble because we weren't paying attention. But for seventeen year old Lara, It’s got more of a meaning to it. What doesn't she understand? What is it that’s got her mind so hooked on resolving a mystery? Well here it is.

Growing up, Lara Ashcroft was diagnosed with Schizophrenia. She was known to be a freak. Talking to ‘herself’ is a weird thing, right? But as she matured, what if the person she was talking to, was someone she had met in her past? Someone who had impacted her life so much, she can’t remove them from their memory after every single generation. No one is the one to believe in past lives, and meeting your soul mate in every life, but what is it that holds the person she trusts with everything, but for some reason, no one else can see until one night, she comes across the truth – he’s not human. He’s something else.

Zee wrote:
Chapter 001.

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Coming home, crying became a normal routine for Lara. Being tormented every night, every hour, every minute of her schooling life for something she has no choice but to live with – It’s gotten around in school, to the point where everyone stares at her, talks about her, or mumbles things about her. How long can she take it from there? It’s becoming too much.

Kicking and screaming at the walls that seemed to start colliding in with her mind, she dropped to the floor in defeat, closing her eyes and then opening them briefly as she felt a cold hand on her own. Alex. He was back. She smiled a smile that only she gives to him.

“Where were you today?” She whispered softly, her hand clutching around his tightly, not wanting to let ago. Lara let out a sigh of relief as she felt his hand push away the strands of her dark brown hair, tucking it behind her ears that stick out just slightly.

“I had some work to do.” Alex replied as he stroked her hand softly, feeling the softness of her hand that was softer than anything he had felt before.

“What work?” Lara muttered, looking into his deep violet set eyes, he was a mysterious one. He had no intention of telling her anything, it was usually her rambling and grunting on about something that had happened, but with him by her side, she’d always feel comfortable, she’d feel safe – like he was her guardian angel. He had not once left her side – Is she in love with someone whose probably not even real? Time will tell.

“Don’t worry. How was school? Rough day, munchkin?” He pouted playfully, playing with a lock of her dark natural brown hair that was not once coloured, touched, or even cut, hence why it was all the way down to her waist.

“They gave me shit. I can’t stand it anymore.” She muttered quietly, looking down at her lap as she pulled her hand out of his, her hair falling over her grass-green eyes.

“What type of shit?” He scowled.

“They didn’t touch you did they?” He added on, feeling a protective wave wash over her. If only he could get his hands on all those girls and boys at the school – God wouldn't even be able to stop him. No one messes with the one and only soul mate of his life, although not getting the reply he expected, Lara just shrugged and looked away before standing up and pacing around her room before looking behind her, only to see that Alexander had disappeared, like he usually does.

“Fucking hell!” She snapped into the room, turning around to face where she was facing before again to be greeted by Alexander’s deep violet eyes, her smile returning.

“Stop doing that!” She pouted playfully, her arms wrapping around him tightly.

“I’m sorry I can’t help it!” He laughed.

Managing to cause her to laugh and put her in a better mood. He could only do it. No one else could. They were meant for each other, but torn apart by two different worlds she didn't know about, torn by the rules Alexander had to abide by – He was her guardian angel. He was her angel whom she had fallen in love with. Which was the number one rule God had stated; No angel can fall in love with the person they are watching over. How was it meant to work? She didn't know. They all thought she had schizophrenia. Yet..She didn't. He was real. He was a person. He just couldn't bring it up to tell her who he really was – She was an atheist. They don’t believe in Heaven, God, let alone Guardian Angels. How was it meant to work? So he just fooled her with a mental illness – Fooled everybody. She would hate him for all the hell he caused, but he loved her.

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The night sky had already turned to a dark blue colour, only then did she really realize how tired she truly was, leaning against Alexander’s masculine built chest and closing her eyes, only to be lifted in his arms and into the bed with the white sheets as pure as she was, Lara pulled Alexander into her bed with her, He couldn't leave her side; She wouldn't allow it.

“Stay.” She muttered so quietly it was almost inaudible.

“I will, forever.” He whispered. Three words. So much meaning behind it. He just wished she understood.

“I just don’t get it.” Lara whispered hoarsely.

“Why can’t you be real?” She added on quieter than before.

Alexander gulped. “I am..” He thought to himself, sighing to himself as he let his arms slide off from her petite waist. Opening her eyes, Lara looked next to her.

He’s gone, again