Board Thread:Konoha General RP/@comment-28929139-20170827061810/@comment-26068742-20170827070013

Life Goes on.



















~ She’s gone.. Like everything in my life it’s gets washed away I try so hard to keep moving forward I try so hard to be the best but it’s seems God well Death loves to see me fail. In my life all I’ve ever from God was to keep my family together nothing big I didn’t ask to become rich or become the fucking Uchiha Lord. I ask him for one simple thing and what does he do? He gives me heart cancer, he kills*Erases* I killed my sisters. I won’t blame him for that, for everything bad in my life that’s the one thing I will take ownership for. I killed Deucalia it’s not a day that goes by that I don’t miss her.

~Why am I still writing...I’ve lost all my motivation, the only thing I’ve been focused on is her. Call me a loser but i just need to hear her voice one last time. I just need to look into her brown eyes and tell me she was wrong.. That she chose me...That she loved me.. Fuck it.

Within his anger Deucalion had flung his journey across the room the book literary fell between the cracks of the stairs and slamming down on the first floor. He remained upstairs in his room dressed in casual clothing a black shirt with jogging shorts. His black hair hung over his face as his hand reached over to his desk grabbing a whole bottle of Shochu. He brought the bottle to his lips quickly finishing the bottle before tossing it in the cart underneath his desk which held other bottles labels which read. Awamori, Doburoku, Nigorizake, Amazake., and lastly Umeshu.

<p dir="ltr" style="line-height:1.7999999999999998;margin-top:0pt;margin-bottom:0pt;"><span style="font-size:10pt;font-family:Arial;color:#3a3a3a;font-weight:700;font-style:italic;font-variant:normal;text-decoration:none;vertical-align:baseline;white-space:pre-wrap;">He wanted to cry but he’s done enough of that he had no more tears to give on the left side of his desk would’ve been a picture of Deucalia. He got lost in his own thoughts till he heard the door, at first he didn’t go he didn’t care until the knocks continued. After five min he would’ve now slowly made his way to the door stepping on his journal as he opened the door to see Pung. His peach tone eyes following her entire frame it not a day goes by when he doesn’t see Kideme. Cruse the Sagara’s genes.. “Did you need something..” He said moving from the door leaving it open stepping on his journal once again as he moved to his kitchen.