Topic #37- Proverbs
Where there is no trust there is no love.
Each new addition to the cardboard box on her bed felt like another weight on her back. She moved around the room she had shared with the woman she planned on spending the rest of her life with and removed anything that she had brought into it. Nearly a year of her life, regulated to a flimsy box with an alcohol logo on the side.
She was down to the last few remnents and unintentionally dragged the process out. She crouched down to scan the titles of the bottom row of books, picking out ones that were hers and flipping through the others, not reading any of the words inside but somehow hoping that one of them had the solution to all of this.
She knew she wouldn't find it in any of the books they had gathered while they were together. As she rubbed her hands against the worn leather of one of them, so many arguments flooded her head.
I can stop, baby. I promise, it'll be different this time...
It'll always be different, yet it never is. I can't do this anymore.
Please, please don't go. Not now. I can't do this without you!
She slammed the book shut and stood, tossing it on top of shirts that she'd never be able to wear again without smelling betrayal and letters she was tempted to burn but knew she'd want to read again someday.
Sighing, she picked up the box and headed for the hall. She stopped in the doorway and turned around, looking around the room for one last time. The brass knob felt frigid in her hand as pulled the door shut, making a deafening sound as the door met the frame.
word count: 286
Each new addition to the cardboard box on her bed felt like another weight on her back. She moved around the room she had shared with the woman she planned on spending the rest of her life with and removed anything that she had brought into it. Nearly a year of her life, regulated to a flimsy box with an alcohol logo on the side.
She was down to the last few remnents and unintentionally dragged the process out. She crouched down to scan the titles of the bottom row of books, picking out ones that were hers and flipping through the others, not reading any of the words inside but somehow hoping that one of them had the solution to all of this.
She knew she wouldn't find it in any of the books they had gathered while they were together. As she rubbed her hands against the worn leather of one of them, so many arguments flooded her head.
I can stop, baby. I promise, it'll be different this time...
It'll always be different, yet it never is. I can't do this anymore.
Please, please don't go. Not now. I can't do this without you!
She slammed the book shut and stood, tossing it on top of shirts that she'd never be able to wear again without smelling betrayal and letters she was tempted to burn but knew she'd want to read again someday.
Sighing, she picked up the box and headed for the hall. She stopped in the doorway and turned around, looking around the room for one last time. The brass knob felt frigid in her hand as pulled the door shut, making a deafening sound as the door met the frame.
word count: 286