For Love, Run Away

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Status: Finished  |  Genre: Romance  |  House: Booksie Classic
This is also part of something I've always wanted to write; it was actually supposed to be a prologue of some sort. But oh well, I turned it into a short story, and here it is! Hope you all like it, and leave a comment no matter what!! Thanks!

Submitted: February 08, 2015

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Outside, the wind was blowing hard, whipping up gusts of leaves and dust. Dark clouds blocked the moon. It was going to rain.

Inside, I picked up my pen. Staring at the note I’ve wrote, I signed my name, with my signature loop that he always knows. As I read it over, tears blurred my vision, and the paper began to feel wet. Yet even then, through my distorted view, I saw everything clearly.

I saw his face, as bright as day. I saw his warm, brown eyes, with that special twinkle. I saw the way he shook his bangs out of his eyes, that toss of his hair that made him even more handsome. I saw his smile that would lighten my day everyday. I saw the way he concentrated on his work, with a slight crease in his brows, a small crinkle on his forehead. I saw the way he looked up, met my gaze, and smiled his special smile. I would miss him so much.

I closed my eyes, resting my head on the back of my chair. I recalled my last, fond memory of him. Of us. We were walking together, along the road we always walked home from school. We were laughing together, when suddenly he caught hold of my hand. I looked at him, surprised. He had a broad smile on his face. He leaned down and kissed me on the cheek. I smiled back, and we walked all the way home, holding hands. It was the best day of my life.

But now I was going to leave him. Run away, in fact.

I saw that he liked another girl. The other girl liked him. In fact, they’d had a crush on each other long before I had known him. I couldn’t just step in and steal him away from her. She’s actually one of my friends. We’re not close, but friends nonetheless. To steal a crush away from a friend would be mean. To steal him when they liked each other would just be heartless and cruel. I can’t do that. I’m just the third wheel, a nobody. But I like him. I love him.

It was out of love that I decided to run away. I wanted him to be happy. If being happy meant being with the other girl, then fine. I will leave. Tomorrow, I will not see his beautiful face. Tomorrow, he will find out and be crushed. I was still his friend. He’ll be sad and look for me; no doubt about it. But he’ll understand someday. I hope he will forgive me.

Outside, the rain began to pour down like tears.

 

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The next morning, sunlight streamed onto the wooden desk, illuminating an envelope. Footsteps sounded outside the room; then the door burst open. A boy peered in hopefully; seeing no one, his shoulders sagged. He walked in, looking, searching. His eyes fell on the simple manila envelope addressed to him in a familiar loopy handwriting. With trembling fingers, he opened it.

Dear Marcus,

I’m sorry I had to do this to you. I hope you will understand and forgive me. I admit, I had a crush on you. But I saw that you like someone else, Violet. She and you had crushes on each other long before I knew you. As you know, Violet is one of my friends. I can’t steal a crush from a friend, especially under these circumstances. You belong with her, not me.

His eyes began to tear up. He knew her so well. He quickly scanned the rest of the letter, settling on the last few sentences.

I’m sorry, Marcus. I only want you to be happy. I’ve decided to run away, to leave you, so that you can be with Violet in peace. Don’t bother looking for me. Try to forget about me; pretend you never met me. Pretend you never had me as a friend.

I love you. I always will.

 

Love,

 

Adrianna

 

Marcus closed his eyes, feeling the tears trickle down his face. He slumped against the wall, clutching the letter to his heart. Why did this had to happen to him? Why?!

He took out another letter from his pocket. This one was titled, To Marcus, From Violet. Holding both letters, Marcus wept silently.

Little did anyone know, that both Violet and Adriana had ran away, on the same stormy night, for the same reason.


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