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I'm a writer here on witty. I follow writers only. I love lollipopx3 stories. She is an amazing writer. All my stories go to Rose and Jack from Titanic.
Warren bent down his knee looking into my pearl blue eyes. A fog covered the ocean in which we overlooked. My eye's widened as I saw his next few steps. The unirform in which he wore looked sharp. I knew it was love when I saw him. The way we moved together. The things we went through together. The voice in my head telling me Damon wasn't the one.
I wore a white dress that lay upon my slim figure as if I was in a magazine. My brown locks blew in the wind sweeping over the ocean. I bit my lip as he spoke four words
"Will you marry me?"
I wore a white dress that lay upon my slim figure as if I was in a magazine. My brown locks blew in the wind sweeping over the ocean. I bit my lip as he spoke four words
"Will you marry me?"
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Warren♥ Chapter 30
~~~ Warren's POV~~~
As a man I don't like admitting to crying.
I was raised as a man to do as my elders said and to answer 'yes' and 'nomam'
I grew up with a wealthy father as a banker and a loving mother as a school teacher. Father had always been good to the only kid,me.
I was a only child growing up.
My friends used to hang out with me only for what I had, not what was inside.
I grew up wearing the fanciest things.
The food I ate was always prepared by our chef,Paul.
He was almost my second father at the time.
He'd teach me the finest things about cooking.
The best way to prepare the food.
That's how I created my famous pancakes.
I was about seven and Paul had gone out to the market to gather some items for the days menu.
I wanted to show him I was a good chef so I decided to make pancakes for him.
I added many ingredients until I ran out of milk.
Each thing I added I wrote down. It created a list long enough for Santa.
As I made them I sang out loud causing my parents to wake up.
My mother in her night pull over and father in his slippers.
They came down the marble staircase slowly inhaling the gracious smell of what I had created.
"Paul, is that you?" my mother questioned.
I quickly grabbed a handful of flour and patted it on my face and shirt.
"It's me mom. I made breakfeast."
I saw her face appear and a smile covered her face.
Father laughed a nice laugh and they both sat down at the bar.
I layed the plates of pancakes in front of them and they dug in.
I saved my very first pancake for Paul when he returned.
Though on that day, he didn't.
~~~~~~~~~~~
I looked at the face that was floating.
Could he be dead? Gone?
His body was going to sink soon from the uniform that he wore.
Brandon looked as if he'd left this world.
I quickly swam to exam his face.
His pupils were going dark as they looked into me.
Chills swept my spine. He couldn't be gone.
I saw our boat that had stationed in one area to where it didn't move an inch.
I yelled as water swelled up in my eyes.
Brandon would never see the baby.
His girl would go on without waking up to him.
I had to save him.
The guys noticed us and a small boat came to us.
I pushed Brandon atop first.
Later, I crawled up.
They quickly undressed Brandon above the waist.
I saw the tatoos that were inked to his skin.
One on the left of his arm read 'God is Love'
I saw another on his right arm that had a cross with quotes around it.
He was a good Christian guy. That releaved to me alittle more about him.
If he had gone out of this haunting world,he'd gone to heaven.
I borded the dock and the carried Brandon to the medicial floor.
I watched the water from where I'd just been.
It was dark and gloomy revealing the lifelessness of it.
The doctor came back to me and whispred something to the commander which I sat beside.
The eyes of the commander shifted to me and I eyed them trying to read what he was told.
I stood up letting the oxygen fill my eyes preparing for the news.
He had a deep quiet voice,
"Well I have two things to tell you."
I shrugged and nodded as he continued,
"First of all, your going home today."
My mouth fell open. I would see Jane's face again.
My rough lips would touch her rose skin again.
"But the bad news is...."
I looked at him. His eyes were dark.
"Brandon......didn't make it......."
When I heard those words I slowly closed my mouth, sat down, and closed my eyes, praying it was all a dream.
by jimmy365
Warren
Chapter1
the one I loved...
By: MaddieWorth
the one I loved...
By: MaddieWorth
His stone hardened hands were placed at my slim cut waist.
We'd been sitting there for a few short minutes overlooking
the Pacific Ocean. The water that filled this area was calm as
a waterfall overlooking the moutains but the waves were harsh.
They came crashing in claiming their territory.
It was a gentle sunny day in the state of Hawii. I'd been here since I was little. Surfing the morning waves. Eating pinapple all day. I grew up with a faimly that had a passion of playing the piano. I started learning when I was three. I became professional at the age of fifteen and ever since then, I shined.
The sun was slowly setting and the temperature had become cooler.
The oranges and yellows that once filled the sky around us, had adjusted to the light shades of plum pruple and gloomy blue.
My gaze went out upon the waves. The water in which I was in the presence of were getting closer and closer to me. The waves were agile. My feet were twitching and my body wanted to move. I breathed in deeply and focused my eyes on him, Warren.
I beheld his eyes. The aqua color and the green spots filled the presence of them. I looked into them graciously while running my long fingers through his charcoal hair.
He was a drug to me.
Like herion.
The way he viewed the world. The way he looked into my eyes. He saw everything as a game, as long as he could win.
Warren was someone who could look outside the box but he didn't to it often though. He looked at me as if I was a treasure found in an ancient box. As if I'd been given to him to protect and love.
As if I was a gift that topped any other he'd ever recieve.
The way he watched over me would amuse me.
He was always cautious not to touch me in the wrong way, kiss me to hard. He would never do anything to hurt me, only make me happy.
And his presence did the exact.
~~~~~~~
We both were barefoot as the particles of sand fell between our toes. The electrifing hotness caused this.
His brisk hands slowly went up my back until he chance upon my oval face.
I wore a black lengthy dress and my long amber hair fell with it.
The back of the dress blew in the wind.
I'd come back from a performance so my face was buried in makeup even though I had no flaws.
My hazel eyes didn't need eye makeup, nor did my lips.
The cold refreshing water came in contact with my feet.
I had a flash back about the day my mother died.
I jumped.
He slowly moved down to my waist again and whispered,
"I'm sorry."
He moved me a few feet away from the water and his hands resigned my face. I slowly looked to his hands and forcefully pulled them into mine.
I looked at his eyes that danced in anguish and buried my head into his chest. At last, I started to cry. He felt the wetness fill the outside of his shirt and started to tear up with me.
I closed my eyes and cried until there was no longer any to give. The sky had gone to the shade of my dress. I looked up into his melting eyes. He'd stopped also. He searched my face for something. An expression. A silent answer. Something.
I was void.
He repeated into my ear,"I'm sorry."
I looked away from him to his shirt and found the polo sign.
I traced the man and later the horse and stick.
He looked at my face showing a little grin.
I traced him like a piece of artwork.
Where my head had once been placed on his green shirt had been stained with my eyeliner. I did a small laugh knowing he hadn't noticed.
He saw that I was partically calm and twisted my hair through his fingers. We sat there for a minute until I hit reality again.
He saw my eyes welling up. Warren pulled me in hugging me from the waist. I pulled back forcing myself to fall on purpose.
I shrieked a small whimper and pulled my self upright.
My knees came to my head and my arms grasped around. I lowered my face to where I could see my shadow and cried in a quiet whisper.
"Why can't you just stay," I spoke with a forcefull tone.
He sat beside me and pulled back my locks exposing my warm neck.
He kissed it lightly,"I've already signed the contracts. I'll be back. I promise.I'm going to make it."
I turned away and scanned the left of me. The young teenagers walked along the beach discussing their future that will end when one of them makes a mistake.
Warren pulled my face back and helped me regain my balance.
He held my face as I held his hands.
"I promise you I'm going to make it through this. I'm coming back and I'll be with you...forever..."
I looked at his plump lips.
"Forever?"
He whispered,"Forver Jane."
I closed my watered eyes and buried my lips into his.
It was a gentle sunny day in the state of Hawii. I'd been here since I was little. Surfing the morning waves. Eating pinapple all day. I grew up with a faimly that had a passion of playing the piano. I started learning when I was three. I became professional at the age of fifteen and ever since then, I shined.
The sun was slowly setting and the temperature had become cooler.
The oranges and yellows that once filled the sky around us, had adjusted to the light shades of plum pruple and gloomy blue.
My gaze went out upon the waves. The water in which I was in the presence of were getting closer and closer to me. The waves were agile. My feet were twitching and my body wanted to move. I breathed in deeply and focused my eyes on him, Warren.
I beheld his eyes. The aqua color and the green spots filled the presence of them. I looked into them graciously while running my long fingers through his charcoal hair.
He was a drug to me.
Like herion.
The way he viewed the world. The way he looked into my eyes. He saw everything as a game, as long as he could win.
Warren was someone who could look outside the box but he didn't to it often though. He looked at me as if I was a treasure found in an ancient box. As if I'd been given to him to protect and love.
As if I was a gift that topped any other he'd ever recieve.
The way he watched over me would amuse me.
He was always cautious not to touch me in the wrong way, kiss me to hard. He would never do anything to hurt me, only make me happy.
And his presence did the exact.
~~~~~~~
We both were barefoot as the particles of sand fell between our toes. The electrifing hotness caused this.
His brisk hands slowly went up my back until he chance upon my oval face.
I wore a black lengthy dress and my long amber hair fell with it.
The back of the dress blew in the wind.
I'd come back from a performance so my face was buried in makeup even though I had no flaws.
My hazel eyes didn't need eye makeup, nor did my lips.
The cold refreshing water came in contact with my feet.
I had a flash back about the day my mother died.
I jumped.
He slowly moved down to my waist again and whispered,
"I'm sorry."
He moved me a few feet away from the water and his hands resigned my face. I slowly looked to his hands and forcefully pulled them into mine.
I looked at his eyes that danced in anguish and buried my head into his chest. At last, I started to cry. He felt the wetness fill the outside of his shirt and started to tear up with me.
I closed my eyes and cried until there was no longer any to give. The sky had gone to the shade of my dress. I looked up into his melting eyes. He'd stopped also. He searched my face for something. An expression. A silent answer. Something.
I was void.
He repeated into my ear,"I'm sorry."
I looked away from him to his shirt and found the polo sign.
I traced the man and later the horse and stick.
He looked at my face showing a little grin.
I traced him like a piece of artwork.
Where my head had once been placed on his green shirt had been stained with my eyeliner. I did a small laugh knowing he hadn't noticed.
He saw that I was partically calm and twisted my hair through his fingers. We sat there for a minute until I hit reality again.
He saw my eyes welling up. Warren pulled me in hugging me from the waist. I pulled back forcing myself to fall on purpose.
I shrieked a small whimper and pulled my self upright.
My knees came to my head and my arms grasped around. I lowered my face to where I could see my shadow and cried in a quiet whisper.
"Why can't you just stay," I spoke with a forcefull tone.
He sat beside me and pulled back my locks exposing my warm neck.
He kissed it lightly,"I've already signed the contracts. I'll be back. I promise.I'm going to make it."
I turned away and scanned the left of me. The young teenagers walked along the beach discussing their future that will end when one of them makes a mistake.
Warren pulled my face back and helped me regain my balance.
He held my face as I held his hands.
"I promise you I'm going to make it through this. I'm coming back and I'll be with you...forever..."
I looked at his plump lips.
"Forever?"
He whispered,"Forver Jane."
I closed my watered eyes and buried my lips into his.
Warren
the one I loved...
By: MaddieWorth
the one I loved...
By: MaddieWorth
This is going to be the fotmat
for Warren.
I promise a Chapter 1 will be up later this afternoon.
Thank you for reading(:
Never Stop Loving XOXO,
MaddieWorth
I promise a Chapter 1 will be up later this afternoon.
Thank you for reading(:
Never Stop Loving XOXO,
MaddieWorth