From memory

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Status: Finished  |  Genre: Romance  |  House: Booksie Classic
My own personal defeat.

Submitted: August 06, 2010

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The noise of the washing machine drowned out her sobs. Her hands shook as she lifted a towel to fold it. Another moan escaped her throat; she bit into her lower lip to muffle her outbursts. Her chest ached and a deep pain vibrated through her spine. The heart’s slow beats deafened her ears, another vibration passed. Her strength was failing, her knees buckled; she reached for the door of the machine, but too late. With a gasp she slumped on the floor. Tears flowed freely now, there was no cause to hold them back any longer. She admitted her defeat, her body went limp with acceptance of her fate. The pain intensified, she tried taking in a breath, but her lungs exploded in flames. An image of a boy blurred her vision, her lips moved slowly, “You do take my breath away,” she whispered. The image stirred as if in acknowledgment and drew closer. She could barely make out his perfect features, her mind struggled to mold them. She desperately wanted to see his face the way it was that first day they spent together: smiling, careless, intoxicating. “It’ll always be you, no matter what, I love you James,” her lips froze after the last word. Once again a wave of pain swept over her, this time sharper than ever. Her body screamed in agony, “It’s too much!” it said. It has tried all its limitations, every last hope was drained. “Help me!” she cried, “oh, please help me!”


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