Love ... It hurts (part 1)
Love … It hurts (Part 1)
Joe and I stood on the edge. He was standing close, so close I could feel him shaking. We were centimetres away from it. If I took one step, just one step, I’d be over. What would it feel like, to fall like that? To feel the wind and the cold stretching my cheeks, pulling at my clothes. I leaned forward, really really slowly, keeping my feet in one spot. I just wanted to see. Joe grabbed my shoulders, his fingers digging into me.
‘Careful,’ he said.
But it was enough. I could taste the cold of the wind on my tongue; could smell what was below. I wanted to be there.
‘Let’s do it,’ I said.
I turned round, gave Joe one last kiss and whispered my last words.
‘I want you to know I love you and I always have and always will’
I turned ready to jump; Joe grabbed my arm with such force I almost fell.
‘I love you too’ he whispered.
I was close too tears, I can’t believe I’m doing this. One jump and I’m gone. One step and I leave this dreadful place forever. I thought I might be scared, but I’m not. I know what I’m doing and why. I know I have got to do this.
So close to the edge yet so far away. I jump. Joe didn’t. We swore we would jump together. What’s happened?
One last time to think about what has happened…
The first time we confessed our feelings,
“Maria, when I first saw you I know I loved you”
“I wanted to hear you say that for months”
That day at the park,
“We have to spend the rest of our lives together.”
“We will, we are made for each other, us meeting, it was destined.”
“So you promise we will grow old together”
“I give you my word and my heart”
How did we get here? Why has it come to this?
The day he met my parents,
“I want you to know, Mr and Mrs Jones, I love your daughter and I will never let any harm come to her.”
“How can we be sure? Wait… How old are you?”
“I’m 18, Mr Jones”
“You know that Maria is only 14.”
“Dad, what’s wrong with that, age is just a number we are in love”
“No! I don’t want you any where near my daughter until she is older.......”
Oh my god, it’s my fault this has happened, I’m glad he didn’t jump. He doesn’t need to jump, he has done nothing wrong. It was all me.
I deserve this.
I deserve to die; I deserve never to see those I love ever again.
I get it now, I was never meant to be happy…
So this is a story I started writing about a year ago, I never got round to completing it, maybe now is the time.
Part 2 up next week
Story that I started writing earlier up later XDD
Please leave any concrit XDDD