Rainbomance Ch1 (WIP side project)

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>You are Anonymous
>And you just got cheated on again
>God fucking dammit
>What did you do wrong?
>You were raised right, no criminal record, polite, and level headed
>You weren’t ugly either, you’re no model, but anyone calling you unattractive would be a liar
>You’re not even fat, you’re pretty normal in the physique department
>And still cheated on
>What the hell man?
>You had shown up at a party a friend of yours was throwing only to find your girlfriend sucking face with some thug wearing an ankle monitor
>Seeing as you had only been in a relationship with her for a few weeks it wasn’t a devastating blow, but it still hurt being betrayed like that
>Knowing that confronting her there would only make a scene, you did a 180 and walked out
>Right as she was leaving you walked up to her and demanded to know why she did what she did
>She just looked at you smugly and said to check your phone
>And right there on your phone was “im leaveing u, sry” sent right before the party started if the time was right
>Wow
>The expression “FML” had never fit better
>Infuriated beyond belief, you walked away before you did something you would regret
>Which lead you up to now
>Sitting splayed out on your couch watching TV while nursing a bottle of vodka
>The cheesy late-night sitcom and the liquor still didn’t distract you from your thoughts though
>She was what? The twentieth one this year?
>Certainly too many
>You would listen to female friends of yours go on and on about how they couldn’t find a decent guy, only to gravitate to douchebags
>A good 90% of the time they would turn you down when you asked for a date, using the old friendzone
>The other 10% would say yes, then leave you a week after or just cheat
>You sigh and hold your head in your hand, fucking women
>You just can’t win when you play the nice guy
>Maybe you should stop with the dating scene for now
>Actually, that sounds like a great idea, let’s do that
>Feeling a bit lighter at the thought you smile and take a swing of vodka, focusing back outward on the TV
>…Right before it died, the screen going black
“What the hell…For real?”
>Then, the whole room began to shake making things rattle and fall to the floor
“An earthquake?”
>Panicked screams begin to sound from outside
>Not good…
>Rushing to the front door you tear out of it to see what was going on
>The whole neighborhood was being drowned in a din of screams and scrambling bodies
>What was…Wait, is it getting brighter out?
>You look up and feel an icy lump of fear settle in your stomach
>High up in the brightening night sky is a glowing, angry red sphere
>Was it getting bigger?
>No, it’s getting closer!
>It’s a meteor!
>Your whole body is numb, you want to move but you can’t
>You can only stare in horrified fascination at it gets closer
>The ground is shaking more now, the huge amounts of air the space rock is displacing is buffeting the ground so hard that you feel your teeth rattle inside your mouth and your knees buckling
>The heat is getting unbearable, you haven’t been outside a minute yet sweat poured from you
>Your ears are filled with a dull roar as it begins to get so close that clouds overhead are torn through and disintegrated like wet paper
>Your memories of your friends and accomplishments all flash before you, your life at the orphanage, your school yard friends, your first date, high school, turning 18 and getting your own place, your courses at the university, graduating with honors
>Everything
>All that you loved, all that you had done…
>Every one of them was about to be erased…
>All in all, you had one thing to say
“Fuck my life”
>In this case, everything ended in a bang, rather than a whimper
~~~~~~
>Oh god
>Everything aches…
>No matter how hard you focused on something else it still hurt
>To hell with that
>Wait
>The meteor!
>You shoot up from your prone position, feeling every part of you scream in protest
>You let out a strangled yelp and fall back to the bed you were laying in
>Sure feels like you were crushed by a meteor…
>

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>You are Anonymous
>And you just got cheated on again
>God fucking dammit
>What did you do wrong?
>You were raised right, no criminal record, polite, and level headed
>You weren’t ugly either, you’re no model, but anyone calling you unattractive would be a liar
>You’re not even fat, you’re pretty normal in the physique department 
>And still cheated on 
>What the hell man?
>You had shown up at a party a friend of yours was throwing only to find your girlfriend sucking face with some thug wearing an ankle monitor 
>Seeing as you had only been in a relationship with her for a few weeks it wasn’t a devastating blow, but it still hurt being betrayed like that
>Knowing that confronting her there would only make a scene, you did a 180 and walked out
>Right as she was leaving you walked up to her and demanded to know why she did what she did
>She just looked at you smugly and said to check your phone
>And right there on your phone was “im leaveing u, sry” sent right before the party started if the time was right
>Wow
>The expression “FML” had never fit better
>Infuriated beyond belief, you walked away before you did something you would regret
>Which lead you up to now
>Sitting splayed out on your couch watching TV while nursing a bottle of vodka
>The cheesy late-night sitcom and the liquor still didn’t distract you from your thoughts though 
>She was what? The twentieth one this year?
>Certainly too many
>You would listen to female friends of yours go on and on about how they couldn’t find a decent guy, only to gravitate to douchebags
>A good 90% of the time they would turn you down when you asked for a date, using the old friendzone
>The other 10% would say yes, then leave you a week after or just cheat
>You sigh and hold your head in your hand, fucking women
>You just can’t win when you play the nice guy
>Maybe you should stop with the dating scene for now
>Actually, that sounds like a great idea, let’s do that
>Feeling a bit lighter at the thought you smile and take a swing of vodka, focusing back outward on the TV
>…Right before it died, the screen going black
“What the hell…For real?”
>Then, the whole room began to shake making things rattle and fall to the floor
“An earthquake?”
>Panicked screams begin to sound from outside
>Not good…
>Rushing to the front door you tear out of it to see what was going on
>The whole neighborhood was being drowned in a din of screams and scrambling bodies
>What was…Wait, is it getting brighter out?
>You look up and feel an icy lump of fear settle in your stomach
>High up in the brightening night sky is a glowing, angry red sphere
>Was it getting bigger?
>No, it’s getting closer!
>It’s a meteor! 
>Your whole body is numb, you want to move but you can’t
>You can only stare in horrified fascination at it gets closer
>The ground is shaking more now, the huge amounts of air the space rock is displacing is buffeting the ground so hard that you feel your teeth rattle inside your mouth and your knees buckling 
>The heat is getting unbearable, you haven’t been outside a minute yet sweat poured from you
>Your ears are filled with a dull roar as it begins to get so close that clouds overhead are torn through and disintegrated like wet paper
>Your memories of your friends and accomplishments all flash before you, your life at the orphanage, your school yard friends, your first date, high school, turning 18 and getting your own place, your  courses at the university, graduating with honors 
>Everything
>All that you loved, all that you had done…
>Every one of them was about to be erased…    
>All in all, you had one thing to say
“Fuck my life”
>In this case, everything ended in a bang, rather than a whimper
~~~~~~
>Oh god
>Everything aches…
>No matter how hard you focused on something else it still hurt
>To hell with that
>Wait
>The meteor!
>You shoot up from your prone position, feeling every part of you scream in protest
>You let out a strangled yelp and fall back to the bed you were laying in
>Sure feels like you were crushed by a meteor…
>

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