# fvgitives

THIS IS IT GUYS GOOD LUCK

Can work as an ice breaker, starter maker, or just a simple little ask meme.

“Am I dead?”

“Another one?”

“And what if I don’t?”

“Are you afraid of God?”

“Are you crazy?”

“Are you lost?”

“Are you really that shallow?”

“Are you sure it’s okay?”

“Are you sure there were no survivors?”

“Can I trust you?”

“Can we go now?”

“Can we not fight tonight?”

“Can’t or won’t?”

“Do you even care about how I feel?”

“Do you expect me to believe that?”

“Do you have any idea what you just did?”

“Do you love me?”

“Do you trust me?”

“Do you want to talk about it?”

“How could you do this?”

“How did you escape?”

“How long has it been since you last slept?”

“How long have you been there?”

“Is that blood behind your ear?”

“Is that really a gamble you’re willing to make?”

“Just go, alright?”

“Mind if I sleep here tonight?”

“Really?”

“Tell me: have you ever been afraid like this?”

“That’s the best you could come up with?”

“Wait, were you being sarcastic or…?”

“Want to hear a secret?”

“Was I the only one who thought that?”

“Well, that’s what I said, isn’t it?”

“What are you?”

“What are you doing here?”

“What do I have to say to make you understand?”

“What do you keep writing in that notebook?”

“What do you want with me?”

“What happened?”

“What if you stayed this time?”

“What if… what if I don’t want to be free?”

“What’s in it for me?”

“What’s in it for you?”

“When have I ever lied to you?”

“Where did you go?”

“Where did you last see it?”

“Where’s the rest of the body?”

“Who are you?”

“Who did this to you?”

“Why are you so angry?”

“Why are you so calm about this?”

“Why do you have this urge to control people all the time?”

“Why do you keep doing this to me?”

“Why do you have to make everything about you?”

“Why does it always have to be alcohol?”

“Why don’t you come over here and prove it?”

“Why is the truth so important to you?”

“Why should I help you?”

“Wouldn’t that be nice?”

“You don’t remember me?”

“You expect me to believe you haven’t done this before?”

El día había llegado, en lugar de ir al congreso se encontraba parada frente al hotel que Noah había hecho la reservación. Jamás podría decirle que no a ese hombre y muchas veces le preocupaba esa situación pero estaba ansiosa de ese fin de semana. Creían que estaba en aquel lugar por lo que nadie la molestaría esos días y si todo resultaba bien podrían extenderse. Quedó de verse con él ahí para no levantar más sospechas de las necesarias. Entró mirando el hotel, nunca había estado ahí pero toda la pinta mostraba. Dejó su maleta con el botones y se acercó a la recepción, el mencionar el nombre le hicieron firmar unos papeles y le dieron la llave que fue dirigida hacía ahí. Hayley se detuvo frente a la puerta colocando la tarjeta que era la llave y entró a la habitación, lo que menos esperaba era encontrar el pasillo con pétalos de rosas. “¿Noah?” Dejó la maleta en la entrada que se la entregó el botones y le dio una propina, cerró la puerta y caminó siguiendo el camino.