I Don't Love You Anymore. Bullshit!

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Status: Finished  |  Genre: Romance  |  House: Booksie Classic
Marie always thought Eric would never hurt her. They met in highschool. They instantly became friends. finally, they moved out of the just friends stage. It was going great. they loved each other, but out of the blue it changed. Eric hurt her. He broke her heart. Marie couldn't be in their house after that, so she leaves. She doesn't know what she's doing, where she's going, or if she'll ever feel whole again. This is for PokerFace's what to do know contest

Submitted: August 09, 2011

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Submitted: August 09, 2011




I don't love you anymore. Bullshit!

It was cold. I was shivering, since I was wearing shorts. I was in a park and had no idea where I was going. I knew how I got here though. Everything could be summed up in two words, Eric Lee. I looked up at the sky.

You did this to me. Are you happy now? Do you see how broken I am now? I loved you. I stopped breathing when you said you didn't love me anymore.

  I put me hair into loose pigtails. My hair was becoming unmanageable, so that would tame it for a little while. I wrapped my brown sweater tighter around myself. I went over to a bench and closed my eyes. Eric was the first thing I saw behind them. I started having flashbacks of the early days of Eric and I.


I am 15 and just starting at a new school. It was the middle of the school year when we moved to California .

  "Class, this is Marie Sung." the teacher announced.

She sat me with an Asian boy. I think she was trying to keep the same races together. He had longish black hair and solid black eyes. He was kind of cute by Anyone's standards.

"Hi, I'm Eric. I hope you like it here." he said with a genuine smile.

  "Marie and I most defiantly will like it here," I said returning the smile. 

  We became great friends. Senior year we decided to try being more than friends. I loved him since the moment I saw him and always wanted to be more than friends.


"Aren't you going to walk me to my door," I teased Eric on our first date. We had just gotten back from roller skating and dinner.

“Why of course." Eric said, bowing. I giggled because he was just so cute. He linked his arm through mine and walked me up to my door. “Now for being kin enough to walk you to your door, do I get a kiss from the most beautiful girl in the world?" Eric asked.

I put my hand on his chest and he cupped my cheek. He leaned in and met his lips half way. His lips were soft and warm against mine.

My stomach was filled with butterflies. I thought I was going to explode that moment from joy. But sadly he pulled away.

He kissed my forehead and said, "Bye, see you tomorrow." Eric winked at me and my inside turned to jelly.

That summer we had sex and it only made our relationship stronger. We started college together at UCLA in the fall.

We were inseparable. We had fights, but they were few and never really relationship threatening.

2 days ago.

We are both 23 and living together. He just got back from work. I walked up and kissed him. Eric didn't respond to the kiss at all.

"Marie, we have to talk. I just don't see us going anywhere. I think we should breakup." Eric said, ripping a hole into my world.

  “What, but why?" I asked on the verge of tears.

  "I don't love you any more," Eric said flatly. I stopped breathing and my lips were trembling. But I held back the tears. I slapped him across the face and grabbed my purse. I ran out the door not looking back.


Sunlight streamed into my eyes. I woke up to what is now morning. I looked through my purse till I found my phone. There are still no new messages.

  I wanted to throw my phone. I mean he didn't even explain why. It was just out of the blue I don't love you. Who does that, other than my Eric. No, he's not my Eric any more he's just Eric, another face in the crowd. Okay, even I know that's bull shit.

  I sat there, trying to talk myself out of loving him. I heard yelling. A man in a button up white shirt, black pants, and a black backpack was the one yelling. He had familiar longish black hair.

I knew that man all too well. I knew that if he turned around, he would have big black eyes. I knew the sleeves would be half way rolled up. I knew that on his left wrist is a silver bracelet, I got him for his 16th birthday. I didn't know what he was doing here.

  Eric turned around. "Marie, Marie." he yelled, spotting me. He ran toward me. I was sitting criss cross applesauce on a grass planter edge.

Eric stood right in front of me. I looked at the ground, because I just couldn't meet his eyes. "Marie, I'm so sorry. I didn't mean a word of what I said. I didn't mean to hurt you. I don't want to hurt you now or ever. Please give me another chance."

"Why did you say those things?" I asked.

"I was talking with mike and he just brought up some stuff. It just made me mad and question everything. I know I shouldn't have listened to him. As soon as you left I regretted what I said. I'm sorry and I love you." Eric said.

"Eric, I don't love you anymore." I said flatly, still not meeting his eyes.

  He said one word, "Bullshit," he grabbed my face, one hand when to my cheek and the other to my waist. Eric pulled my face to his.

  Our lips met gently. He waited for me to make the decision of deepening the kiss. I couldn't help myself. I kissed him back. He pulled back too soon for my liking.

  Eric kneeled down and pulled out a little blue box. "Marie Sung I swear to love you the rest of my life. You are my best friend and I love everything about you. I promise never to hurt you again. You are my everything. Will you marry me?" Eric said, opening the box. Inside the box was a simple similes ring on a silver band. It was beautiful.

  "Yes," I said, my voice shaking. He stood up and slipped the ring on my finger.

He kissed me, and then pulled back slightly, so our foreheads were still touching. He said, "I promise I will make this up to you."

I pulled his mouth down to mine. "When we get home, I'm going to make you spend hours making it up to me," I said seductively.

Eric smiled and kissed me. I wrapped my legs around his waist and he picked me up. My fiancé started to carry me toward our house.



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