The pair sat, more like awkwardly balanced on the solid rock wall outside the school auditorium. Loud dub step music sounded from inside the building as cheers of their fellow students followed. While patiently waiting in a comfortable silence, a breeze had picked up, not enough to knock off hats or aggressively shake tree branches but a low chill that would cause Dalto to roll down the sleeves of his black and white flannel shirt.

    "You know, you could've dressed a little fancier," Fransisca pointed out as she smoothed out her matte black skirt. The raven male scoffed at her statement. "It was either this or my new Nirvana hoodie and you had already ruled that out when picking matching outfits." Dalto chuckled as playfully punched the girls knee.

    The blonde's faint laughter eased the tension of waiting for the director's assistant to rush out and fetch them. They had been preparing for this moment for two weeks now however, this didn't make them any less nervous for their turn to join everyone inside.

"You'll do great in there."

    Dalto looked over at the blonde, a smile playing on his lips. Fransisca's golden eyes met his steeling silver ones. The light provided by the lamps did justice for Fransisca's beautifully sculpted cheekbones and shimmering eyes that Dalto would forever be moved by.

    Though the world around them had darkened, all the two need in this moment was each other. Two slim hands found their way to each other and settled on a smoothed out skirt. Blonde hair met Dalto's shoulder as the two waited.

    After about five minutes of sitting in comfortably with each other, a little pink haired child no older than eight years old ran through the court yard and up to the pair. His small hands fiddled with the clip board in hand and read off a name. "Dalto Kurogami?" The boy nodded. "You're scheduled to be up next in three minutes, sir."

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Hello beautiful peoples.

After much stress, drafts and a long quarantine, I've decided to discontinue part two of Terrible Things.

I knew it wouldn't get many views to begin with however I pushed through just at the thought of having published a piece of work I would be proud of. After the whole ex-editor thing occured I knew I had lost a lot of my motivation to continue writing part two.

This is my official: fuck it, I'm moving on. This 'preview' is what will be left here as a reminder of what could have been.

I loved working on it.

It meant a lot to me and helped me grow my writing skills.

But now, it's dead to me.

Thanks for reading girls, gays and they's.