[open] Giving up on love

[Brandon Jason Hansson]

[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=style, background-color: f9f9f9; border: #96bc5e solid 10px; width: 420px; padding: 15 5 15 5px;] it’s the way I’m feeling I just Brandon didn't know what it was with him and relationships. First Jake was packed off to military school and then Alex just left. He didn't know if it was him that was defective, if he was too possessive, or what it was. He just didn't know what he should have done to keep someone in his life, but he did know one thing. He became too attached in a short time, and every time it left him with crippling heart ache. He hated what he was, what he had become. His life was something that he was going to have to change. Seeking the solace of the library, a place where his memories were at least good ones. He had coaxed Jake out of the place more than enough times to at least smile about it. Smiling slightly, he parked his truck in front of the building. There was something about the place that he also hated. He didn't if it was the memories or not, but where there was the like for the building, there was also the intense dislike for it. Brandon couldn't explain it to anyone really. He hated it to be honest. Going to the reference books, he picked a few on classical music and went to a table, pulling out his notebook and starting to make notes. If it wasn't for his assignments, then he probably wouldn't even have bothered to appear at the building filled with books. It was as he was reading on Mozart, that he realised, he was done with love. Absolutely done with love. can’t deny i’ve gotta let it go tagged open words tltc muse Glee notes notes credits irish & rihanna! if you would like a template, ask, please do not steal!

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[audrey]

[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=cellpadding,0,true][atrb=cellspacing,0,true][atrb=style, width: 420px; padding: 0px; border-top: 20px solid #151515;][bg=2e4461] [style=background-color: 8e8855;position: relative; padding: 2px; font-family: georgia; font-size: 19px; color: #000000; text-align: center; letter-spacing: -2px; opacity: 0.8]if i die young, bury me in satin audrey smiled and pushed her hair back as she wandered along the street. she window shopped for a few minutes before she found herself in front of the library. she walked in and briskly stepped towards the fiction section. audrey had used to love reading, until she got more serious in riding, the only thing she read was care manuals and horse riding books. she leant against the bookshelf and pulled a few big hardbacks out. she flicked through the pages of two, and tucking them both under her arm, proceeded to walk towards a small, round table to sit down. as she walked, she bumped into another chair. embarrassed she looked down to see someone sitting there. she turned to him and smiled, before laughing. hey, sorry about that. clumsy old me. she glanced around at other tables and noticed that most of them were full. um, do you mind if i sit here? i won't be any bother. without a pause and waiting for an answer, and hoping that it wasn't a problem, she sat down and started to read one of the books. she glanced at the page. 10 out of 420. she'd have to take it out, because she was going to enjoy it she knew. [/style] WORDS - here - NOTES - here - TAG - here [/style]

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