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THIS IS A FICTIONAL PIECE OF WORK... PLEASE READ IT... I WROTE IT IN TWENTY MINUTES AFTER GETTING HOME TODAY... I WAS LONELY AND I LOVE THIS WEATHER BECAUSE IT GIVES ME IDEAS OF THINGS TO WRITE...
It was my first apartment. My first year of college and I finally had a place to call my own. I had been living without the supervision of my parents since I was 18, and now that I was 20 years old I was glad to be out on my own for real. I had spent the bulk of the two years before college travelling between homes and cities in hopes to avoid a family of drunkards. Even my older brother, who was supposed to be my role model and part time protector had fallen into the trap laid out my my mothers obsession with the drink being able to solve all problems in life, including the constant beatings she received from my father. I was much wiser and took off before anyone had the chance to influence me in that way.
This would be my first real test. I had taken out a loan and chosen the theatre course at a college I could stand going to. The program was a scheduled two year program and it covered everything I wanted to learn about. I was thrilled to be attending the school. I never knew I would also meet the person I would choose to spend the rest of my life with at this school.
I was not looking for love. I was looking for friendship, and although she was involved and had been for over a year, we could not resist each other. Our first kiss happened before the previous relationship ended. She lost many friends because of it, but who can stop love from happening that way?
We dated for six months before we got engaged. We found out quickly that the length of time you know someone does not really matter if you've known false love before and can identify it. This love was real. We kept everything private and hidden from our families. Mine didn't even know where I was anymore, which was the whole plan anyways. We spent all the time together that we could. We set a date, picked out the wedding party, found a location, and everything seemed perfect.
We worked on different crews for the last show of the school year, but there were times when her crew would finish early and were told to help out my crew. On one of those particular occasions, we worked closely together all day. We painted props and hung out like we hadn't had much opportunity to do since before we started to date. It was grey and gloomy outside, but I felt happy for the first time in a long time. We had time to be together doing things that we loved to do.
After a long day of work, I kissed her gently on the lips outside in the rain before turning to head to my apartment. The rain was not coming down hard, but I still had to look at the ground to keep my glasses dry. The walk home was not long, but I was lonely and cold. I turned down my street and heard the car pull up behind me. I turned to see the deep blue colour....
My eyes opened again when I found myself at her door. Not knowing how I got there, I knocked gently. No one came to the door. I stood outside for several minutes before her mother opened the door. She had left something behind and left the door open. Realizing she had not yet seen me and knowing how much she loathed me, I snuck in behind her and ran down the stairs to where I knew my love would be sitting alone on her computer. She was not facing in my direction, so I snuck up behind her and kissed her neck. She did not turn around.
"I love you," I whispered in her ear.
"I know you're here," she said quietly, "and I miss seeing your eyes and your smile. Please don't leave this world until I can see you again..."
Her eyes were filled with tears. The tracks of salty water running down her cheek made me realize that I had to get back to my street where my body was. I just didn't know how to get there. I guess I never found out...
It was my first apartment. My first year of college and I finally had a place to call my own. I had been living without the supervision of my parents since I was 18, and now that I was 20 years old I was glad to be out on my own for real. I had spent the bulk of the two years before college travelling between homes and cities in hopes to avoid a family of drunkards. Even my older brother, who was supposed to be my role model and part time protector had fallen into the trap laid out my my mothers obsession with the drink being able to solve all problems in life, including the constant beatings she received from my father. I was much wiser and took off before anyone had the chance to influence me in that way.
This would be my first real test. I had taken out a loan and chosen the theatre course at a college I could stand going to. The program was a scheduled two year program and it covered everything I wanted to learn about. I was thrilled to be attending the school. I never knew I would also meet the person I would choose to spend the rest of my life with at this school.
I was not looking for love. I was looking for friendship, and although she was involved and had been for over a year, we could not resist each other. Our first kiss happened before the previous relationship ended. She lost many friends because of it, but who can stop love from happening that way?
We dated for six months before we got engaged. We found out quickly that the length of time you know someone does not really matter if you've known false love before and can identify it. This love was real. We kept everything private and hidden from our families. Mine didn't even know where I was anymore, which was the whole plan anyways. We spent all the time together that we could. We set a date, picked out the wedding party, found a location, and everything seemed perfect.
We worked on different crews for the last show of the school year, but there were times when her crew would finish early and were told to help out my crew. On one of those particular occasions, we worked closely together all day. We painted props and hung out like we hadn't had much opportunity to do since before we started to date. It was grey and gloomy outside, but I felt happy for the first time in a long time. We had time to be together doing things that we loved to do.
After a long day of work, I kissed her gently on the lips outside in the rain before turning to head to my apartment. The rain was not coming down hard, but I still had to look at the ground to keep my glasses dry. The walk home was not long, but I was lonely and cold. I turned down my street and heard the car pull up behind me. I turned to see the deep blue colour....
My eyes opened again when I found myself at her door. Not knowing how I got there, I knocked gently. No one came to the door. I stood outside for several minutes before her mother opened the door. She had left something behind and left the door open. Realizing she had not yet seen me and knowing how much she loathed me, I snuck in behind her and ran down the stairs to where I knew my love would be sitting alone on her computer. She was not facing in my direction, so I snuck up behind her and kissed her neck. She did not turn around.
"I love you," I whispered in her ear.
"I know you're here," she said quietly, "and I miss seeing your eyes and your smile. Please don't leave this world until I can see you again..."
Her eyes were filled with tears. The tracks of salty water running down her cheek made me realize that I had to get back to my street where my body was. I just didn't know how to get there. I guess I never found out...