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Lonely P.O.V.

Short story By: Love Reaper
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Being aloof is the only things I know...


Submitted:Aug 17, 2009    Reads: 100    Comments: 2    Likes: 3   


P.O.V.
I wake up with a smile, embracing the sun, inhaling the energy stored for me today. I become aroused by a warmth, a comfort that has been hovering me, protecting me all night, it's him... I kiss him as he says to me that I look so beautiful and pleasant sleeping, like watching the ocean sway back and forth as the moon reflects its light off of the teal brand ocean. I think to myself how pure our love is, never something consumed with a forceful lust, but lust as just a showy display of our love, a blessing, but love as a passion, a strive, a must. I spend my hours with him, exchanging ourselves like no other, oh how we have to last. As the sun sleeps, we run off into the distance, disappearing into the night. We dance and we play at our favorite environment, the beach. The sand as soft as feathers, almost unnoticeable.

Clean, fresh, peaceful our surroundings are. As we lay, looking at the praise worthy stars complimenting the breath taking full moon he turns to me, stares deeply into my eyes and tells me that he loves me and always will; he means it... A disturbance comes over me, an evil aura surrounding me. As he looks up I'm abruptly forced on my knees and told to put my head down; at gun point. Terror struck my nerves, fear swelled within my heart. The wicked being says to me that I am a filthy tramp and I deserve to be alone. I cry uncontrollably, not knowing what is going on. My love whispers to me, don't worry, everything will be ok; it was a lie. The wicked being again continued to say that he hates my happiness and he shall take it. He said he's been watching me for a while and he says I disgust him. He said he is going to take what is most valued and as he kisses my cheek with his rotten lips. I clinch my insides at the sound of the trigger but I am in no physical pain. I slowly look up in trauma, seeing my love's heart shattered apart by a bullet, blood, ruining the once so precious sand. I stare in denial, abandoned, hoping that it was all a fraud, wishing I were shot instead, realizing that the grief that is soon to come will never be as painful as my love's wound. I stay put, on my knees, mourning; my heart; annihilation; my world; gone; forever...

Reality
I scream, waking myself up, cold, clammy, no hope, breathing, but so dead inside, so far astray from life. Thinking that is was a nightmare, I look to my lover's side of the bed, a suffering of persecution, fighting death and his cruelty. How I hate him from taking the one person I needed most... I pray... my lover was never real...





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