My cousins were at the table. Everyone was there. Everyone except me. I stared at the picture for a few seconds before calling my dad. Me: “Did you have Thanksgiving dinner today?” Silence. Then: Dad: “Yes.” Me: “And you didn’t invite me?”
[WP] Your sudden arrival in another world kills the main villain in a "really most sincerely dead" kind of way. Which is a problem, because Fate had plans for them that would lead to the next golden age of civilization and now you need to take responsibility.
I think laying this out like a “story” with this “person” is the only way for me not to sound completely out of my mind. I also just need to get this weight off my chest. I need someone to know what me and my sister experienced. The name of the account was 21576afEW9232.
In other words, the feeling of falling in love head over heels. I think French as a language is incredibly melodic, as someone who does speak it compared to other languages. The way literature works in French also just has a natural romantic charm to it.