the everlasting end part 2.

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Status: Finished  |  Genre: Romance  |  House: Booksie Classic
part 2 of the first short story I've published.

Submitted: March 19, 2015

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it was all like a wisp in the air, it was cold and there were mosquitoes attacking anything with blood. a friend and I sat swinging back and forth, because it was how stress made its way out of my mind. then, we seen her. she was casually taking her time like nothing mattered what so ever. she could hide everything behind closed, locked doors, but gazing into her eyes you could see it all. no matter how much that cute, little smirk caught my attention, her eyes told a whole other story, a story that anyone would give their everything to read, a painful hard story. you could see the hurt in her eyes, because she wasn't over it. I definitely wasn't either, without her I felt incomplete. I knew most of her story leaving out few details. I loved this girl more than I think I've ever loved someone before. not really having a mom throughout my life, I had no one to tell me I'm beautiful, to make me trust myself, and make me realize my worth. she done those things without even trying, she could just look at me and my face would be as red as a stop sign. she had my heart and I can't get it back, mainly because I don't want it back. I want her love again, I guess that's why I felt so much closure until then, I knew she would never be mine again. it felt like a freshly sharpened razor puncturing you skin and ripping your heart to small shreds. the love was very real, until someone else made it into the picture. this "someone" controlled the only thing I felt like I could love. she didn't have a ball and chain around her leg, it was around her throat and heart all at the same time. you would never understand how such a strong, independent person could be controlled by someone you felt like you had figured out. it was like a gun that never stopped shooting round after round of hallow ammunition, leaving bones to be exposed with little skin present. the pain would make you feel every half second of living, the everlasting pain that would not seize.  


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