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chapter one: the night he returned
The deep purple skies showed an absolute beauty. The greenery of the trees was unknown. You could only see the silhouette of every thing around you. But what some people call darkness is what I call beauty. Because night included a purple sky not a black one even on the night of a new moon.
So as I sat there on the tiny swing, soaking in the evening beauty. I noticed not the figure coming toward me but the trees, the black moon, and the purple sky.
"Sophie," the figure said.
The voice was one I didn't want to hear. I didn't look. I didn't want to listen, but I heard every word. He took a step forward and stood beneath the street light. He was a tall, skinny, light brown haired guy. He was Aoran Martinez aka ex-boyfriend that broke up with a text message.
I didn't see his face then and I don't want to see it now. I never wanted to see it again.
"Go away." I whispered.
"No," he replied.
"You left then, you can leave now."
"I'm not leaving."
"Why?" I asked harshly. "Something holding you down?"
"Yeah," he answered. I got up. I didn't want to hear it anymore. "You."
"That's not the right answer. The right answer would be that whatever we had is gone. Whatever mattered doesn't matter anymore. The right answer would be that we should leave right now. Good-Bye." I stomped away, but stomping did not compete with running. He caught me within the next ten steps. "Let go." I complained.
Again he disagreed.
"Stop it! Let go! Let ME go! You did it before so do it again. I got hurt last time! Don't do that to me! Just don't okay? Let go!" I yelled. But I couldn't escape fast enough. The tears fell too fast for my fingers to wipe away. I was immobilized and I stood crying as he held me down. It felt like he was pushing me downwards and I was going to fall. I knew I was going to fall because he let me drop before.
But he continued holding me. He had his arms around me. He let my tears fall on his shoulder. He let me lean on him. But it still hurt. The warmth was familiar, but so was the pain. When the worse of my sobs subsided I pulled myself free. As I did my head shook side to side. It said no. It said never again.
Slowly, I made my way out of the scene. He didn't stop me. He just watched my fading figure and I never turned back to look at his.
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sure! :D so long as you read mine ;) jk.
I try to read+comment w/ everything and I guess I'll try to read everything? I might space it out though
The picture was a really nice choice :)
You did a great job of communicating her emotions and the background story.
It could have been edited a little in terms of punctuation and a slight 'awkwardness' in/around the beginning but, beside that, it was good.
Oh, this is beautiful, and kind of sad, too. I love it. Your style of writing is excellent and I think a lot of people could relate to this. Great job! :)
if you could, check out some of my work maybe?
that was good, very excellent writing. Keep writing! :)
if you're reading this can u read some of my work i would really appreciate it :) thanks
This was really good!! sad, but good!
i really like the beginning part, the way you wrote it was really good!
