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She felt the cool wet concreat under her slowly treading feet. The night was growing late, far too late. The chill in the air felt refreshing. The hazy fog hovered in the air yet left the golden full moon unhindered by it's shroud. She had forgotten that the moon grew that large. She had forgotten the feeling of being out after a rain. She hadn't forgotten the smell just the the damp heavy air. The smell clung in her memory as did his. She thought about him. She had been all night. It was not suprising he forgot about her, or just didn't call. She was used to it by now. She had mentaly prepared herself for his not calling while preparing for his call. She had known that he wouldn't. He only seemed to call her when it was most convinient for himself. How could she love this man? How could he do this to her? Not just once, but over and over again. No matter how let down she was she did not blame him for her disappointment. She mearly blamed herself for putting herself out there. She did this for no other person. Generaly she kept her feelings inside, away. Where they could not make her weak. Where they could not leave her vonerable. For him though... this was not so bad. Sure she felt dissapointment now. Sure he would rip on himself for it, but it was some how worth it, or perhaps she realized that there was no way to change her feelings for him. Him being there, or not. So why not just put yourself out there on the off chance he follows through?
She pondered this as she plodded slowly down the path, catching glimpses of the moon through the enormous trees that were sagging from the earlier rain. She reached the end and looked out over the two paths that forked off of the one she was on. Both loomed ominously with a beautifuly tragic looking haze over them. She stopped. No purpose to go on, to wet to sit down. Her life seemed to be at a stand still for the time being, and though she did not want to, she turned back on the path from which she had just came. The path back to seclusion of the mind. This path was a metaphore she mused, and she must go back. For if she goes on she may get hurt, with no shoes or protection from the night. Glumly she reaches her house, heaved a sigh and opens the door. She walks through the warm air of her kitchen to her living room. Where the fan ticks away over head. Slowly she starts to watch the Pistons play, alone... again. She falls into a numb half awake state. This is where she should stay. So she does. Till they talk again...
So this just happened to me. lol I felt like narrorating... I'm not really sad
She pondered this as she plodded slowly down the path, catching glimpses of the moon through the enormous trees that were sagging from the earlier rain. She reached the end and looked out over the two paths that forked off of the one she was on. Both loomed ominously with a beautifuly tragic looking haze over them. She stopped. No purpose to go on, to wet to sit down. Her life seemed to be at a stand still for the time being, and though she did not want to, she turned back on the path from which she had just came. The path back to seclusion of the mind. This path was a metaphore she mused, and she must go back. For if she goes on she may get hurt, with no shoes or protection from the night. Glumly she reaches her house, heaved a sigh and opens the door. She walks through the warm air of her kitchen to her living room. Where the fan ticks away over head. Slowly she starts to watch the Pistons play, alone... again. She falls into a numb half awake state. This is where she should stay. So she does. Till they talk again...
So this just happened to me. lol I felt like narrorating... I'm not really sad