The Haywood Heist Ch 5 -Freewood-“Gavin, I asked you a question. What on earth are you doing here!?”The Haywood Heist Ch 5 -Freewood- by Nattie-Bug
I opened my mouth but the words got stuck in my mouth, I closed it again, thinking of how to word it.
“If you think I’m mad, I’m not. I just need to know why. Please Gavin,” Ryan asked.
“I-it’s the crew,” I said quietly, I almost thought he didn’t hear but his eyes widened.
“The crew? What about them?”
“They’re here,” I said, “on a heist.”
Ryan’s jaw clenched, looking over the crowd of people before turning back, looking worried.
“Their heist was to hit your family. But technically they’re gonna steal the donation money and the things that are going to be auctioned off tonight. I tried everything to get a hold of you, believe me I did. I wanted to warn you that we were going to be here, but when I couldn’t get to you, I knew I just had to tell you myself,” I said, s
A Dying Tree or Last WordsMemories:A Dying Tree or Last Words by PiscesBlade
They fall from me
Flutter and scatter
Crumble, become dust
Barren am I
All I have
Taken by the wind
Trapped by the snow
Oh, I want to remember again
I want to live:
To taste the joy, to the taste the pain
But all I have is grey
All I have...
Written on 5/8/10
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