“Go back to hell!”
— The youngest adopted Cullen boy. Younger brother to Renesmee. Fell for a girl from the Volturi who’s clearly gone through her own personal hell. Twilight RP.
— RT?
@ArchaicCharisma — knew it did since she lived in their basement for about a week. So he knew El better than he probably should.
Mike just stood there. “El…” He spoke softly.
Starter for @ArchaicCharisma :
Of course that company had to show up. Of course now he’s in trouble. Does he care? No… especially not this evening..
Once getting home, total sorrow sweeping over him, as he parked the bike, then went into the cottage. His heart was broken. He—
@ArchaicCharisma — now, but she was scared. He saw it in her face. It broke his heart. He wanted to go after her, but was worried about what that would do it her, as it could just scare her more. Even though she knew he’d never hurt her, just the thought of being on the run scared her, and he—
She gave up a life with family and friends to save everyone she cared about. Especially Mike.
But who she is inside is all Mike. He taught her everything she knew. Especially when it came to being a friend.
@ArchaicCharisma — knowing, somewhat, that El was out there, somewhere. That she was hiding. That she was scared. But he couldn’t do anything about it.
Mike kicked his bike with his foot, as he looked around a bit. He chose to give one last ditch effort. “El! Eleven?! El?! Where are you?! El!”
@ArchaicCharisma — “bad men” to her. He would rather perish before leading danger toward a girl he loved, he truly did love her. Yes maybe they both are too young to truly grasp what that concept meant, but he knew how he felt.
Mike sighed softly as he stood outside, staring off into the night—