"Getting rid of the idea of a person is harder than getting rid of a person."

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Status: Finished  |  Genre: Romance  |  House: Booksie Classic
A failed romance based on a life that could have been, but never was.

Submitted: February 22, 2012

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Submitted: February 22, 2012

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“Who’s TK?” Seth said with a hint of a smile on his face.
 
I turned around to look at him, only to find that we were no longer amidst our crowd, but instead alone on the shore of a beach.
 
“No one, it’s just an inside joke.” I said, my smile faltering a little. I didn’t want to be left alone with him. It took me so long to ignore my feelings and walk away, and being alone with him was not the greatest of ideas.
 
He continued giving me that mysterious smile that was almost... knowing. “You don’t expect I’ll fall for that, do you?” he said. “Seriously, who’s TK?”
 
I stared at him. He wasn’t kidding. He really wanted to know who this mysterious guy I’ve nicknamed TK was.
 
“It doesn’t matter...” I looked down at my feet, then began playing with my nails. “What are we doing here anyway?”
 
He took a step closer to me. “I have confidence that whoever this mysterious guy is indeed does not matter.” He put his hand on my chin and lifted my head so that our eyes locked. “We have a lot to talk about,” he said.
 
“Can you leave me alone?” I pushed him away and walked along the shore, my feet skimming along the lines of the water.
 
He walked after me, his feet splashing water around him.
 
“Things were supposed to turn out differently,” he said, his voice wavering a little. I stopped in my tracks and turned around to face him. He had some kind of a desperate look in his eyes – whether it was just me imagining it or not, I couldn’t tell.
 
“Seth, please... don’t do this.”
 
He took another step closer, and his face aged twenty years, thirty, forty.  We were really alone now, staring into each other’s old faces. Etched onto his forehead and around his eyes were wrinkles and relics which told tales of love, abandonment and hopelessness. His eyes were glazed with brimming tears.
 
The two of us stood silently, not saying a word. We both understood the past, the present, and what was to be. The memory was so vivid and unreal.
 
“You’re not going to tell me who TK is?” Seth said, still smiling that knowing smile. I snapped out of my daydreaming and realized I was still amidst my friends, young and vulnerable.
 
“No,” I said coldly.


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