I layed in my bed, reading a book, 'This lullaby' by Some girl like Sarah something, for the fifth time, when i heard a crash across the street. I pulled out my headphones, which were loudly blasting some song by ICallFives that made you wanna dance, and got up, walking grogily over to my window and looking out. There was a slight reflection of the room behind me, but i could see pretty clearly throught the window in the house across from me. There was a light on, and people were moving things into the house.
Who Moves At 3 in The Morning? I thought, pulling up my window to look out at what was going on out there. I could here faint talking inside the house, and outside was a truck, advertising a '24 Hour' moving company. Why move at night? I looked to the front door and saw a man come out ofthe house, carrying two boxes, stacked up on top of each other.
So they aren't moving in, but moving out. I thought. Just then a wonam in nothing but a robe ran out of the door, screaming atthe man not to leave.
Ahh. So she's losing her husband? Obviously this woman was the wife, losing her husband to most likely some other woman, one who was better or had more money. Was less needy and more touchy feelly. Maybe he just wanted a new life. I didn't really know the family that lived there, other than the fact that they were normally very loud at night, normally having parties. I knew that the woman didn't work, and that the husband pulled two jobs. They had no kids from what I could tell, and they didn't seem like they planned on it. Maybe that's why the seperation was happening. tThe wife wanted kids and the husband didn't want any attachments. Maybe it was the other way around. The husband whated the son of his dreams, and the Wife didn't like the thought of a kid, waying down her carefree days. Or maybe the problem was that the wife was already pregnant, and the husband doesn't want a commitment anymore. Maybe he doesn't want her childeren. Maybe he doesn't want children period. Maybe he wants to keep wasting away his days at his two jobs, comming home to his wife and his alcohol, sitting in the reclyner neatly placed in the living room in front of the T.V., with a perfect meal on the way to the table. Maybe neither of them wants a child, but she got pregnant, and it's tearing them apart.
I sat there thinking all this as the husband began to throw stuff at this wife, begging her to just get over it. They obviously were in a tear and need someone to talk them through it. Maybe they just needed time apart. Maybe they really were ment for eachother but didn't know it. Is that true love? ppsshhh. True love isn't real. It can't be. It's just not possible that some higher power up there desided that there would be one person for every other person. It doesn't work that way. It just doesn't work like that. Right?
yeah it's short but i need to know what chall babes think so tell mehs what is up wit meh storeh? should i continue. stop? what tell me tell me tell me!!! hehe
Emily May Heroin
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