#ramsha

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“Okay you guys! Close your eyes!” Skipp said as he hid behind a trash can, his huge smile evident in his voice.

“You’ve been hyping this costume up all day, man! Just show us already!” Vinnie replied impatiently. Stone even hummed in agreement to his friend. Even he was excited to see the blond’s costume.

“Okay, okay! Just don’t get too scared!” Skipp giggled as he came out from his spot behind the trash, revealing his costume. It was an old bedsheet stained with God knows what, with two eyeholes — probably carved out with Vinnie’s knife — thrown over his head, swallowing his whole body. “BOO!” He exclaimed, shaping his hands into claws and shaking them in front of himself.

Vinnie and Stone didn’t react like Skipp expected them to. Instead, the girl yelled “Awww!” And ran over to give her friend a tight hug as a way to relieve her adoration. Stone just mumbled “cute” as he took a hit of his cigarette.

Skipp’s smile faded from under the sheet. “What? Guys! This isn’t supposed to be cute! I’m supposed to be a ghost!” He wined, stomping his foot in anger (which didn’t help his argument).

“Yeah you are! An adorable ghost~!” Vinnie borderline baby-talked, squeezing Skipp tighter.

Said blond tried to push her away while saying, “No! Not adorable! Scary! I was supposed to be scary!” He groaned out of annoyance when Vinnie giggled and ruffled his hair even with the sheet dividing the contact. The act caused the eyeholes to move, so now Skipp was blinded, and frustrated.

“Vinnie get off!” He shouted as he finally got out of the girl’s grip. He threw off the costume and put it in the trash bin. He then sat down on the pavement with his knees to his chest, turning his back to his friends

The others looked at each other confused. “Dude, we like your costume, but it’s just not… Scary.” Stone bluntly said as he took the costume out of the trash bin and sat next to Skipp.

“Yeah man! We didn’t mean any harm!” Vinnie said, taking a seat on Skipp’s other side. She put her arm around Skipp, but the blond continued to stay silent. The brunettes knew they had to do something about their friend. After a second, Vinnie finally knew the best way to cheer him up.

After taking Skipp’s costume from Stone, she threw it over the boy in tn the middle before tasing both of his sides. Skipp shrieked as his elbows immediately went down to protect his sides. Stone also looked surprised, not expecting this to be her solution.

“Oh no, Stone! There’s a ghost in the ally!” Vinnie said playfully, this being kind of out of character for her. But still, she continued, “But it’s a good thing this one has a weakness! It seems to be a little ticklish!” She ended her sentence with some rough squeezes to Skipp’s sides, causing him to twist from side to side to dislodge his friend’s fingers,

“Vihihinniehehe!” Skipp giggled. His squirming eventually landed him into Stone’s lap. Only his eyes visible, he looked up at his laid-back friend. That didn’t stop Vinnie, however, as she just climbed onto Skipp’s legs, effectively pinning them under her as she sat.

“You hear that, Stone? I think this ghost isn’t only a little ticklish, I think it’s very ticklish!” Vinnie said as she dug claw-shaped hands into Skipp’s stomach, the latter shrieking once again as he grabbed at Stone’s shirt and shook him.

“SOHOhohone! HehehEHEHelp!” Skipp begged as he hiccuped out laughter.

Stone took one more hit of his cigarette before tossing it to the side. “Fine, I’ll help.” He deadpanned before reaching both of his hands to Skipp’s ribs, “I’ll help Vinnie cheer you up. It makes me more depressed than usual to see you sad.”

The blond snorted again as his laughter turned hysterical. “NOHOHO! HEHEHELP MEHEHE, DUHUHUMMY!” He threw his head back onto Stone’s lap as happy laughter spilled out of his mouth. As he did that, he noticed Stone’s open armpits. In a spontaneous turn of events, Skipp quickly scribbled over Stone’s worst spot.

“AH! Skipp!” The usually stoic boy yelled as he retracted his hands in order to protect himself.

Satisfied with the reaction, he moved his hands from Stone’s armpits to Vinnie’s thighs, rapidly squeezing and pinching the limbs. Vinnie shrieked in surprise as she quickly got off her friend.

Skipp wasted no time before getting up and tackling Vinnie to the pavement, squeezing her thighs and knees again.

Mere hee pyaar karane ke lie,

I have yet to decide if this letter should ever reach your hands, nor have I decided what the lines of this paper will hold across its margins. All I know is that I have found myself within a cross roads that has placed me in the mercy of this pen and the thoughts that have been plaguing my mind. 

Perhaps this would be a letter of love, or one of anger, and sorrow.

Maybe so of apologizes many of which I owe to you because there are truly so many. A ceaseless list that continues to grow in height because I have not been the woman you had fallen in love with. 

I have not been your wife. 

I have not been your mate. 

I remember her, a warm soul that had never been aware it lived a barren existence until it touched yours. She would steal hidden moments to catch the warmth in the depth your dark eyes, the way the sun kissed your skin and was absorbed by the unruly waves of your hair her fingers always craved to lace within. They constantly sought your touch, the tender molding of your fingers intertwined with them folding into a completed puzzle piece matchless and seamless. They would whisk you away under the gentle light and guiding of the stars pulling you into the secret crevices of the jungle so that only your arms, her fortress, and the soft wash of the moonlight were what embraced her, were the only entities that filled her. 

She’d crave the sweet taste of your kisses she stole from you. Delightful bouts of laughter she’d work to pry from out of you if only to immerse herself in your joy, and the tender jolts of teasing banters she’d shared with you she always coveted and treasured. She knew you. Knew your desires, your thoughts, those deep and hidden secrets, was able to finish your sentences before you could do so yourself. They had become hers as much as they were your own. She sought to grant you all of your desires, and to become your every waken thought when the sun would touch the horizon.

You were her protection. The only fortress in whom she felt safe in, her happiness. In your presence she was treasured, cherished, felt a love she knew she would never be able to fully express nor ever comprehend. You were her completion.

Your wolf called to hers as hers did to yours. One made solely for the other, and I have taken her from you. 

I wasn’t strong enough to stop this grief from shattering her into mishaps of torn figments. I have become the empty product of a sorrow that seems unending and one that I have not shared with you. I denied you to grieve along with me reached for the comfort of my own barren solace rather than the strength of your arms and the repercussions of that has ripped you of your wife. My lack in strength has kept me frightened from acknowledging my own pain with anyone, frightened that I will not be able to stay standing if faced to do so and that has taken that woman from you. 

I have never wished to cause you pain, to be another added reason for your despair, nor has she and I know my own retreating has stole you of the woman you have loved. 

Your son was taken from you and now I have taken someone else. 

I still cannot tell you what this letter is whether it was made to seek amends or maybe something more, or if it will even reach your hands instead of the demise of flickering embers but I need for you to know, that she is still here. The remnants of those figments still resonate. I have not cease in loving you, Rama. I know that I have not breathed those words to you as often as I once have, and that I have not been able to piece that woman back together. I cannot even promise you that I will be able to do so, or if it can be done if that same woman would be returned to you as she once was, as how you knew and loved her to be. 

All I know is that amidst the loss of our son, and the slow burning ache of my grief for the life that was cruelly taken from us, I still continue to love you. As I write this now, I have come to see that that love has been the only constant through this torment of a storm. Know that it has been the reason I have been able to wake in the mornings, and continue another day, my purpose to try and bob my head above this ocean of pain. You’re my fortress, and I still love you.

If this were to ever reach your hands, that is all I ask you take from it that my love still belongs to you.

Pyaar se,