The Heart Stealer - Comments

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I read it :}!
Keep on writing duuuuuuuuuuude c:

CHAPTER 7 VIDEO COMMENT YO.
http://youtu.be/M7k5wMKYvLE

SO YEAH. I'm starting this comment off with Chapter 3 because I was really lazy and never commented on that one. Yikes, I'm a horrible person. Okay. Blah, chapter title is beautiful. BMTH <3

Obviously I like talking to the voice of my dead best friend. It's kind of like something I know I would depend on. I don't deal with death in a normal way at all. You pinpoint my personality dead on right there. You get it again when you talk about music making me feel real. Like, stop with being so accurate you telekinetic weirdo.

I would end up going to a bar. Srsly, I love my alcohol even if I'm currently taking a break from it (not a long one) and yeah, I would just locate the alcohol. The whole line about me seeing Jack and expecting depressed people in such a place is typical bitter Kelly thought.

"He kept staring.
“I’m depressed.”
Kelly kept staring.

“Depressed,” she repeated in a flat tone."
FAVORITE LINE EVER. SRSLY. I LOVE IT. IT MAKES ME SO HAPPY. LIKE A LOT OF HAPPY. LIKE A LOT. A WHOLE TON. A BUNCH. YEAH. OKAY. GOOD.

My heart was crying when I re-read the whole story of how you die wah, I'm still crying about it. I hate you for killing yourself in this story because it makes me sad and think about what would happen if we never "met" and then never talked and never meet in the future hush my sad heart. BUT THEN, your sarcastic ghostly voice comes in and you're like "How nice." Yeah, well, okay screw you too ghosty. Aw, Jack doesn't think I'm crazy yay.

“Why didn’t he just leave?” Kelly whispered to herself, not expecting an answer.

“Because he’s gonna save you,” the voice whispered, and somehow, Kelly sensed it disappearing again.

She didn’t have a hope in hell.

KJDSLKJDFSLKJFLDSKJFLSKJ OH.

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Yeah, I split this bitch up like I do with my stories. Problem?

JACK BASSAM BARAKAT YOU FUCKING FUCK, WHAT AM I GOING TO DO WITH YOU?
BECCA, WHAT AM I GOING TO DO WITH YOU? YOU OVEREXAGGERATE MY BEAUTY.

Anyway, I'm unsurprised by Jack's womanizing behavior. He's like that, my bby, I'll show him the light aw. WE ARE MEANT TO BE JACK ATTACK.

Okay, so I'm just chilling there awkwardly watching Roxxie and Jack yell each other thinking "da fuq this guy has more problems than I do wow holy shit they're really goin' at it," and then I realize Roxxie looks like you and I'm all like "fuq this shit sux man." Oops. I said some shit out loud and I have to stand up and meet people now fuck and yeah Roxxie's all abrasive oops, my bad.

FUCK YOU JACK. I have emotional shit? My best friend just died you fuckhead. He's being rather insensitive, someone should smack some sense into that boy. It's typical of me to leave really. I always kind of run from my problems. It's an issue.

Jack didn’t notice her absence until half an hour later, when he was leaving with the others. He shrugged and followed after his friends, thinking that it just wasn’t meant to be, that he’d never see her again, so it didn’t matter.

He was wrong.

OH OKAY ADKLJFDLKJASDKJASLKJ HE WAS WRONG WAT ASKDJASLJ MORE AKLSDLJ BECCA OMG ASKDJHLSAKJAS SHIT SAKLDJASKLJ MY LYFE LSKDJLASKJD MY CREYZ SKDFLJLDSKJDSLKJFD OKAY.

Yes, I love this story so much and the new layout so much and you so much and my life in this story is better than the one I have now but not really because you're not like, alive in it which is sad. but omg more more more more more more. And, you'll get an ASITD update tomorrow afternoon which is your morning. Okay. Yeah. Alright. Bye.

I believe in ghosts and I really believe that you would haunt the fuck out of me.

First, my excuses, I had to update September and then I got super excited about the next chapter and I'm almost done with it and THEN you're getting it early in your inbox so hush. Second, I still need to type up the Flames interview and put in the rest of the chapter and that story is what? Two weeks late? Three? Third, I'm a lazy fuck.

Okay, okay enough excuses. Time for me to write this comment.

MOTHERFUCKING YES, YOU UPDATED AND I'M SO EXCITED AND HAPPY THAT I OPENED UP A NEW DOCUMENT JUST FOR ASITD. WOW OKAY HOLY SHIT YEAH.

First of all, Arizona is always my destination of choice without even a second thought.
I would say you're truly brilliant for coming up with that but everyone knows to put Arizona with the name Kelly Veneziano. Is it weird that I pictured the gas station at the edge of Goshen that I was at? The cashiers are rather unfriendly though and couldn't give a rats ass where I was going, we'll pretend they have personalities though.

Second of all, you write my melodramatic and depressed thoughts perfectly. This part "The apartment was empty. Even felt empty. “How fitting,” Kelly muttered to herself, nudging one of the boxes with her foot. It wasn’t nothing, and it wasn’t everything, but it was something" is so me that it actually is kind of scary. I actually think like that when I'm upset, which is seriously strange.

THIRD OF ALL, I would be unlucky enough to find my dead best friend's artworks in the city like, 48 hours away from my hometown. I hate when snobby cashiers think I don't have the money for expensive works of art. Like, I don't have the money for it so stop reminding me. This is a good quest though, finding all of her artworks. It'll definitely keep me busy haha and on the road.

Of course, being in the car with the ghost of your dead best friend might sound a little bit crazy to some people buuuuuut it's kind of completely normal to me. Unless of course, I'm just going completely nuts and you're not really there, um........that's a possibility.

As usual, I love you for writing this. Even more usually I love your style of writing and just everything ever about anything that has to do with this story. I find myself coming to it just to read the summary since I've read the first chapter more than a hundred times and could probably recite most of it. Anyway, I have a lot of writing to do, which you know from my excuses, plus a massive hurricane to prepare for AND a nap to take because there's something seriously wrong with my blood. I think I have a low iron count, which sucks.

oh my god, I'm crying like a fuckin baby. This is so sad how she died :'( I can't wait for the rest of this <3

I'm loving this spin off, but it was so sad to hear about how Becca died :(
can't wait for the next update :)

Alright okay wow.
This chapter. This story. My life.

Becca, I will never get over the fact that you kill yourself off in your own story. Just for me. Like, W H A T I S T H A T ? You wrote the funeral scene and everything so beautifully, you are a fantastic writer, my lord. I was like, sobbing. When you wrote about the truck and the bad brakes and him thinking they'd last a few more weeks I was biting my nails and praying to the lord.

True fact: I still need to get you a shirt. I will though! I'm gonna ask my gram if she'll come with me to the city for one and we could get lunch, yeah.

Another true fact: I always shove my head out of the window of moving vehicles. Or sun roofs, I'm not very picky.

Okay so this comment doesn't even show a fraction of the love I have for you and for this chapter and for this story. I was up until TWO IN THE MORNING writing this story for this girl I know. Psh, she's really needy and bossy. Sometimes I don't know what to do with her...

OKAY I LOVE YOU AS MUCH AS I LOVE JACK BARAKAT IF NOT MORE. YEP. I SAID IT.
But really, this was brilliant and absolutely stunning. I love the way you write. ugh, can I be you though?

this sounds amazing. I love that it is a spin off rather than a sequel. I'm really looking forward to reading more :)