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Short Stories Romance A Love Story Forgotten
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A Love Story Forgotten |
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| Written by August Blackwood | |
| Wednesday, 26 March 2008 | |
“Please, don’t go!” I yell desperately.
My boyfriend, Brian, looks behind himself, scowling at my hand as it reaches out for him.
“Get out of my face” he says.
And he walks away again, cold and quick.
I feel tears rolling down my cheeks in tremendous heat and I can feel myself moving my extremely exhausted legs again. The soles of my feet are probably bleeding. I’m wearing shoes, but they’re probably bleeding. They feel like it.
I’ve been chasing him for about an hour now.
I don’t know what’s gotten into him, and I’m not serious. This can’t be my fault. It can’t be real. He used to be so bright and happy. What was this sudden change?
I flash back.
I was in a train, a subway train. I was looking at him from the corner of my eye. This was the first time I met this guy. He looked so kind and gentle. He was strikingly handsome as well, and I felt instantly stricken by every move he took. He shifted to the side. I blushed.He adjusted his fleece, flapping it. I nearly fainted from my contact with his air. I knew he was the one.But, now, what happened to him is almost an insolvable mystery to me.
He’s just running and running and running, screaming for me to leave him alone. I am probably never to see him again. I want to. I need to. I HAVE to. So I just keep screaming for him.
Now, he’s out of my sight. I’ve been chasing him, but he’s too fast. And I just keep screaming for him, screaming his name! For heaven’s sake. I can’t see him. He’s gone.
Where is he going? I don’t know. But I just keep walking hours and hours. It’s already evening and the sun is red.
I follow his footsteps into the woods because he left his footprints in the mud.
I am such a pathetic girl. I’ve got classes starting tomorrow and I’ve got a test to study for, too.
One last step is taken. I sprain my ankle. I wince with agony at the pain and I sit down on the soft brown earth with little balls of moss sticking out. Why would I go through all this?
And that’s when I hear it. I hear Brian’s voice. He’s crying.
His voice echoes through the forest and the trees recite his screams.
And it dies away, the forest quieting down. It is a relief, yet it strikes a needle through my heart and I feel a pang.
And my ankle stings. I know that I have to go after him. Where is he going?
I reluctantly pick up myself and limp around, moving along his footprints.
I walk and I limp. And after a few minutes, I spot him sitting on a tree stump, his head looking down at his feet.
My ankle bends and it breaks a twig and I scream. He looks up, his red eyes dripping with clear liquid.
“Stay away!” he screams again and he runs ahead far into the woods and disappears. He runs, far, far away.
I’m too slow. And my ankle aches. My abdomen and legs ache as well. And I cry. I cry.
What a way to end a love story. If only it were gone. Gone forever. I could never love again.
I’m a love monster and I’m too slow.
Comments (7) |
 03-26-2008 08:59, very sincere and heart wrenching. It's too bad nobody REALLY loves like that anymore. It may be possible after the first time. But after the first time crashes (and it does) then you become stone. You never love like that again. Thank god. » Reply to this comment...  03-26-2008 12:27, hmm so what exactly happened? why was he crying? it feels like its not really finished... or maybe thats just me. » Reply to this comment...  03-26-2008 12:37, Yeah same thing for me...This story has potential, yet it seems unfinished, add some more details, some background. But so far, its really interesting, I'm willing to give it a second try when you adjust a few things! :) » Reply to this comment...  03-27-2008 03:35, Sorry, folks. This is her style. In her penname June Eclipsis, "Eclipsis" means omission or suppression of parts of words or sentences. She's very atmospheric and this story was intended to be a very atmospheric one. It's like emotion in a vacuum. So, if you have complaints, there's not really much you can do about it. I, personally, loved it! » Reply to this comment...  03-29-2008 14:16, I have to say I agrea with Baethan Dawn. Each writers style is different. I think that sometimes the reader sometimes forgets that they did not right the story. So what they see as imperfections or something that seems to be missing as far as details are not necessarily wrong. Its what he or she would have done themselves. So what I'm saying is however way the writer wants to develop the character, the setting, the whole story. Its the way the writer themselves want to do it. It was a great story and I myself would like to be able to write a story like this. » Reply to this comment...  03-30-2008 14:20, Moving, not sure why the tears, not sure what the result is. Liked the writing, missed the connections. » Reply to this comment... 04-01-2008 06:24, I liked this story! I thought that the fact that the girl would follow the guy after he runs is sweet...but idk...it made me sad but it was still good » Reply to this comment... |
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