Oh my gosh I have a soap idea that I really wanna do
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Thread Topic: Oh my gosh I have a soap idea that I really wanna do
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"You're not any better! Hell, you outta join me while you're at it." He joked, not realizing what he just said. He looked at Melanie, turned towards the bathroom and hit his head on the door. "No filter..."
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Melanie took a pillow and hid her face in it to try and hide her blush. "You should hurry and take a shower, see if you can clean that filter of yours out so it'll work better," she said, though her voice was muffled.
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"Yeah..." Damien went in the bathroom, undressed, then noticed something. A water gauge. "Hey Mel, you know how this is an older tub with a water gauge?" He laughed, "There's only enough shower water for two people, so Morgan's gonna have to deal." Damien turned on the water and got in, and then closed the curtains. It was relaxing to feel the warm water after their long, hot hike.
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(i gtg. Before I pass out.)
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Melanie smirked while walking over to her dresser. She could probably use some deodorant and perfume, possibly change clothes too. She didn't want to wear those stupid white clothes any longer. She walked over to her dresser and she pulled out a long-sleeved grey shirt, and dark skinny jeans and pulled them on. After that she brushed her hair with a brush. She went to put her brush away back in her drawer when she saw something that caught her eye.
Razors. The sight of them made her want to throw up. She wanted to start again, she wanted to so bad to forget everything, but she couldn't. Not now... She quickly shut the drawer, tears streaming down her face, and she walked over to her bed. She messed it up getting under the covers and she shut her eyes and tried to fall asleep... maybe sleeping could be her escape for a while... -
Damien got out of the shower and put the pajamas on, a white t-shirt and black jersey shorts. He opened to door to see Melanie crying and moving around in the sheets. He climbed into the bed behind her and hugged her. He kissed her cheek, "It's okay, I'm here. It's okay now," he then pulled her close and closed his eyes waiting for sleep or a slap...
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(bump)
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(funniebunnie... You on?)
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(yee I'm here. took me forever to respond to other soaps, sorry)
Melanie nodded her head and she leaned into Damien. How could she tell him? 'Oh hey, I slit my skin with razors by the way. I'm suicidal. I'm mental. I love you'? "I don't see how you can deal with me," she said through her tears and sobs. "I really don't..." -
(You're fine. No biggy.)
Damien kissed her again. "I guess that's what love is. Caring and not picking out the flaws. I love you, Mel." A tear ran down his cheek. "It pains me to see you in so much pain." He held her tighter, but not aggressively. -
Melanie grabbed onto his hand. She knew he was crying, she could tell so by his voice. She sniffled a little as a few more tears streamed down her face. Memories suddenly started flowing back to her... "I hate my power," she muttered, closing her eyes and trying to relax.
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"I noticed... I hate mine too. I knew my parents, sort of. When I was three I burned down the house on accident and everyone except me died." Damien was obviously sobbing now. He didn't want to cry in front of Melanie, but it was making him feel better.
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That pained Melanie, to her Damien sobbing like that, and to hear what he did when he was younger... She decided then that she never wanted to control Damien, never. "I'm sorry," she said softly, sniffling again. She thought about telling Damien the horror behind her power, but she decided against it. 'Not yet...'
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"I'm so cold... I don't like the cold." Damien was calming down, but starting to shiver. He let Melanie turn over and cuddled closer for warmth. He kissed her on the lips this time, but longer than before.
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Melanie probably would have kissed back, but she didn't have the energy for it at that moment. Instead she just gave him a quick peck and she wrapped her arms around him and buried her head in her chest. "Warm now?" she questioned, the tears finally subsiding.
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