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I just finished writing a short story on a prompt centered around teenage love, and I came out with something cynical which seems ironic to me because I seem to be a fan of idealistic love (let's be together forever). Whatever, I still really enjoy what I've written.
The calls came less and less until they stopped and then he didn’t pick up his phone either until finally he did call back only it wasn’t What She Wanted To Hear, it sounded more like (I Know) We Should Be Friends (the title track to despair) except they both knew that wasn’t happening because he was gone and when (if) he came back she wouldn’t exactly be at the top of his “To Do” list.
Reflecting back (hindsight is 20/200) she loved him, so she called up her friend and went through the motions (How are you?) even though she only wanted to hear her own voice except that was the last time anyone heard it but that’s ok because it’s just a fucking cry for help right.
It's kind of a depressing ending but I'm not really sure how else to finish this. It's more of a work in progress. My beginning is horrible too.
Wotevaaaaa
The calls came less and less until they stopped and then he didn’t pick up his phone either until finally he did call back only it wasn’t What She Wanted To Hear, it sounded more like (I Know) We Should Be Friends (the title track to despair) except they both knew that wasn’t happening because he was gone and when (if) he came back she wouldn’t exactly be at the top of his “To Do” list.
Reflecting back (hindsight is 20/200) she loved him, so she called up her friend and went through the motions (How are you?) even though she only wanted to hear her own voice except that was the last time anyone heard it but that’s ok because it’s just a fucking cry for help right.
It's kind of a depressing ending but I'm not really sure how else to finish this. It's more of a work in progress. My beginning is horrible too.
Wotevaaaaa