A “Literature > Romance” fan-fiction story. Buffy catches the eye of the young, billionaire businessman, Gideon Cross. Crossover with the Crossfire series by Sylvia Day. Buffy/Gideon.. “Lost in You”, chapter 8 by ChloeBlack
I’ve updated the story I’m currently working on :)
I never know why, I only know who.
Real Christians aren’t assholes
In High School I had a friend who was super religious, her whole family was. Despite this, she was pro-marriage equality, pro-choice, and never once tried to convert me or make me feel bad about my own religious decisions (I was and still am an agnostic). She was always kind, and treated everyone with respect, regardless of race, religion, or orientation. For her the heart and soul of being a Christian was to love others and treat others with dignity. She was a real Christian.
I had so much fun tonight! For the first time, in a long time, I didn’t spend my March 7th in tears. Jayme & I overdosed on carbs and brownies and fresca and her friend came over and we played two whole games of Scattergories and I laughed until I had a headache quite a few times and I got to play with and snuggle the ever handsome (and super fluffy) Loki. My night was pretty good and I didn’t even have time to be sad. ❤️
March 7th is the worst day. Just, the absolute worst. Ever.
I hate this day. I will always hate this day. I will hate this day for the rest of my life. I look forward to the day that I am old and weak and can no longer remember why I hate this day.
Nine years ago, one of the people I loved most was taken away from me.
My Gramma was my life. She was my second Mom, she was my friend, she was everything.
And I’m ashamed of the fact that after certain tragedies in our family, I pulled away a little bit because I was scared.
Even after said tragedies, she would hide her own pain just to make sure we were okay.
After my paternal grandfather died, she hugged me before I could even get in the door to her house. She was sick at that time and in pain herself, but her granddaughter was sad and upset and she needed comforting.
She died six months after that day.
Her time of sickness was so crazy and so hectic and sad and horrible and a whole bunch of other adjectives but you know what? I would do it again. I would do it again in a heartbeat.
I stopped going to my classes at ACC to help take care of her and to spend all my extra time with her, which ultimately led to me getting kicked out the following year.
That’s why when someone asks me, I tell them the truth. Yes, I got kicked out of community college. Do I care? No. Because if I hadn’t, if I had continued on with my classes like nothing was wrong, I would’ve lost so much time with my Gramma. I’m not sure I could’ve lived with myself had I taken that path.
Side note: Can you even believe that when I tried to go back after she had passed, I had two “professors” that were such assholes to me….one didn’t believe me, even after I had brought in her obituary with my name highlighted and a copy of her death certificate, and the other said that I should’ve been doing my homework (that I wasn’t even there to get!) at her wake??
But I digress.
My Gramma was an amazing woman. I wouldn’t be the person that I am today without her influence in my life. As I’m thinking back right now, I realize that I wouldn’t be the person that I am today had I not gone through what I did when she was sick. I learned so much in just six months. She died on a Monday night. Two days before, on Saturday, while in the hospital, she said to me, and I quote,
“I hope everything turns out okay for you, Kryn.”
I nodded my head, not quite sure what she was saying yet knowing all too well at the same time.
The next day was probably one of the worst days of my entire life, besides the day she died.
Most of our family was assembled in her hospital room, and one of my dear friends that had wanted to see her. My Gramma was extremely weak and she had called me over to help her sit up. So, I steadied my arm so she could grip it and pull herself up but instead, she grabbed me, with some kind of strength that I had no idea where it’d come from, and pulled me down to her, to hug me.
She was sort of yelling, but not really yelling… sort of shouting , maybe?
“Bye, Kryn. Goodbye.”
I don’t know if any of you have ever had someone say a final goodbye to you before, but it sucks. Majorly sucks. I ran out of the room, straight past two of my Aunts and smack dab into my other Aunt. She just held me as I sobbed in the middle of the hallway, with people staring at us and whispering and wondering what was going on.
I wanted to shout at them “What the fuck do you think is wrong??” but I didn’t. I ran down to my car after my Aunt let me go and just sat there sobbing until my friend (that I had accidentally forgotten about in the chaos, oops) joined me.
No one should have to be thrust into the “adult world” so fast but I’m glad I was. I’m glad that I got the opportunity to spend that time with her. No matter how sad I am at the memories, I know that she’s better off where she is. She was so sick and in so much pain, that I’m glad she’s not suffering anymore.
I’m going to end this with the two most important life lessons my Gramma left me with.
“Don’t argue with an idiot. You’ll never win.”
“If they were an asshole while they were alive, they’re most likely still an asshole now that they’re dead.”
This instrumental version of “Think of Me” is absolutely beautiful. #phantomoftheopera #phantom #markstrickland #piano
I CANT BREATH LORD JESUS CHRIST FUCK OMG
Isn’t this the same guy who got arrested for stealing his neighbor’s Xbox360?
I just don’t have words for this level of idiocy.
And in that moment I swear we were all Natalie Portman
Emma Watson fangirling over Julia Roberts at the 86th Annual Academy Awards
I cannot even deal with how adorable she is.
New chapter is up! :)