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This starts out very happy, but changes. The thing is... i try to write happy stuff but normally ends sadly...sorry. I hope this touches your heart. it just came to me.

Submitted:May 18, 2009    Reads: 89    Comments: 2    Likes: 0   

She sits looking out the window hoping he will return. The guy she loves. The only one who's never hurt her.

Stella looks out the window of her bedroom as Tommy drives away, just as he does every night at midnight. She knows he'll be back soon but the wait is just unbearable. She is so used to him being right next to her that anytime he's away for more than five seconds...she starts to miss him. Stella Loves Tommy, and he loves her too, and tonight...She was going to show him.

Stella's heart beats fast as she stares at the driveway. Knowing he would arive soon sent her over the edge. Once she saw his car ease into her drive she stood and took off her dress. Tommy had no idea what tonight was going to turn out like. Stella watched as he clombed up the vine ladder next to her window. She opened it so that he could climb in. Tommy's hair was messy, rustled by the wind and his blue eyes were sparkling. His lips pressed against Stella's before he was al the was in the room. Once he stopped kissing her he noticed her lack of clothing. Tommy's oceanic eyes widened, "Wow, Babe, Whats with the nakedness?" Stella said nothing, she only pulled him against herself.

Tommy's heart was pounding against her chest, and she liked it. "I love you." she whispered. Tommy nodded his head as if to say it back. He layed her on the bed and kissed her neck. That night Stella experiences a feeling she would never be able to explain. She loved how his body moved along hers with every thrust of his body, and she loved the smell of his skin as he sweat. She was clinging to every part of that night. She would never let it go.

The next day Tommy died in a car reck. Stella stood at his funeral with red roses in her hands and tears streaming down her face. The only one she had ever loved, who had never hurt her...was just ripped from her grasp.


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