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Post by Tatimitzi on Feb 14, 2008 15:59:12 GMT -5
A pink piece of parchment is tied to the bank wall in Org. White and pink ribbons dangle down from it. It is simply addressed "To you"
I know that this season can be sometimes difficult. We all have our hearts broken at some point.
If you could say anything to that person who broke your heart, or whose heart you broke what would you say? Would you hold onto the hurt and bitterness or would you pause and look around at the beauty of the world and let it heal you?
I am going to walk out of here and smile at everyone I meet. I will not let the hurt of her leaving drag me down. The power of friendship is strong and I shall let it carry me throughout today.
What are you going to do?
It has no signature.
((just a little something, ppl can add to it as they wish, react to it, ignore it, whatever. Perhaps the crowd around you will react as well...who knows! In any case Happy Valentines day!))
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Post by Ebonywind on Feb 14, 2008 19:05:33 GMT -5
A small scrap of parchment is tacked beside the pink one, its appearance as plain as the other is decorated.
Had we parted in anger it would be easier yet fate took us apart. I will always miss you.
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Post by Alexanica on Feb 15, 2008 14:06:07 GMT -5
Yet another parchment appears on the wall.
You knew it couldn't last, but yet you continue to hold on. It is okay to move on. Remember what I told you: "Love comes and goes, but friends are forever."
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Post by Jellisii on Feb 15, 2008 14:35:30 GMT -5
In very flourished handwriting on a torn scrap of parchment
Love is for the young to experience, the middle aged to enjoy, and the old to observe, encourage, nurture, and care for from the outside.
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Labrae
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Post by Labrae on Feb 15, 2008 21:23:29 GMT -5
A short message in slanted scrawl is written on one of the added notes.
Never regret. Learn from your mistakes and move on. You broke my heart, but I learned so much and I thank you for that.
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Post by Fulbright on Feb 15, 2008 23:35:01 GMT -5
On a filthy scrap of paper that's hardly legible in hesitant lettering that looks almost like a child trying to write like a 'grown up'
Our love was the best thing I ever had. And the worst mistake I ever made. Forget me. I'm not worth it.
Tacked onto that note is a cleaner and larger piece of paper, the lettering is quite like the first though it's drawn in obnoxiously colored inks
He misses you. We both do. Why won't you come back?
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Post by Sigmafel on Feb 17, 2008 0:29:16 GMT -5
At the bottom of the wall are two ripped pieces of paper. Placing them near each other reads out the following short poem. It seems to be written in detailed calligraphy, on slightly shoddy paper. It seems that the concerned party is amongst the crowd in Orgrimmar, and has decoded and understood the message. They did not like it one bit.
Dearest love of mine Inside lies sorrow Engraved by your departure
Anchor of my soul Light everlasting Overwhelming Treason Night eternal End
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Naan
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How you be resistin' dis?
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Post by Naan on Oct 14, 2008 14:21:24 GMT -5
((Obviously, this is really late, but I'm kinda flashing back to Thrakis' wanderings in Azeroth. He left Shatt, and began to wander this strange world--strange to him--looking for someone he grew up with, Arianiris Skybright. He had developed feelings for her while growing up, and memories of her, as well as urgings from an old draenei orphanage matron, brought him to the surface of this world, searching.))
Posted over to the side of the growing collection of bits of paper, parchment, and vellum, is a small piece of cloth. It appears to have been torn from a larger piece of linen. Carefully written in strange runes is what appears to be a poem, the translation of which remains a mystery. Beneath it, in the mysterious, flowing script of the Sin'dorei, is a note:
Beloved Bright Sky, Long have I searched for you, and long shall I continue, until my diligence rewards these tired eyes, or my days come to an end. I do not understand why you left, and in such a hurry. But, in truth, it served to open my eyes. What had been growing in my heart concerning you, was revealed to me when the old mother said you had left. All of a sudden, my heart felt these pangs it never had before, and I realized...that I loved you. With some help from the old mother, and some other friends, I began my trek across the landscape of this world you tread. I will find you, and my hope--and my fear--lies in your response to me. If you are reading this, may your heart share that which mine feels. My trek will go on. Long have I searched for you, and long shall I continue, until my diligence rewards these tired eyes, or my days come to an end... With all my heart, Your friend.
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