Hmm... Im in a "lets write junky love stories" mood. oh well -_-
Oh yes the description: the one word you can't take back.
I don't even remember what we are fighting about.
But here we were.
His face is contorted in pain and theres a glaze of sadness in his eyes.
"wait!" he cried.
"Just wait..." he mouths
He goes on.
" Don't say something you'll regret... because no matter how much you want to, you won't be able to take it back." His eyes were pleading. Pleading for me to shut my mouth. Begging for forgiveness.
I was furious.
"I AM NOT A CHILD THAT NEEDS TO BE LECTURED ABOUT CONSEQUENCES!" I shouted
"No you're not I know that" he replied, trying to find a common ground to approach me on. I lost it and let it slip.
"I hate you."
There it was out. I had finally said it and I already wanted to take it back.
He looked like he had been slapped. It was my turn to feel like crying. I wanted to hold him and tell him I was sorry and didn't mean it. He had warned me.
All he did was nod. I wanted to cry again. And I did. A tear fell for every step he took to put distance between us. He looked back once and only once.
"but I loved you" he whispered
Short story by Feiyn
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Written on 2006-02-20 at 20:45
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Oh yes the description: the one word you can't take back.
You can't take it back
My face was flushed, I was angryI don't even remember what we are fighting about.
But here we were.
His face is contorted in pain and theres a glaze of sadness in his eyes.
"wait!" he cried.
"Just wait..." he mouths
He goes on.
" Don't say something you'll regret... because no matter how much you want to, you won't be able to take it back." His eyes were pleading. Pleading for me to shut my mouth. Begging for forgiveness.
I was furious.
"I AM NOT A CHILD THAT NEEDS TO BE LECTURED ABOUT CONSEQUENCES!" I shouted
"No you're not I know that" he replied, trying to find a common ground to approach me on. I lost it and let it slip.
"I hate you."
There it was out. I had finally said it and I already wanted to take it back.
He looked like he had been slapped. It was my turn to feel like crying. I wanted to hold him and tell him I was sorry and didn't mean it. He had warned me.
All he did was nod. I wanted to cry again. And I did. A tear fell for every step he took to put distance between us. He looked back once and only once.
"but I loved you" he whispered
Short story by Feiyn
Read 860 times
Written on 2006-02-20 at 20:45
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