Recycled 3rd Person for Apps
Everyone’s had their fair share of heartbreak. It’s pretty simple, isn’t it? Girl meets boy, girl falls in love, guy screws up, girl walks away just a little bit harder, a little more learned about the world around her and altogether wiser to the more subtle lessons people can learn when dealing with members of the opposite sex. Roxanne isn’t an exception to this rule - Billy in tenth grade had been a prime example, then there was Joe in journalism school, and oh, then there was Frank - Frank had really been a disaster, hadn’t he? Experiences like this were part of life, part of how people lived and part of the human condition. It’s not as if she should be exempt from situations like this, from the inevitable matters of the heart.
Still, it’s hard to fathom it would be him of all people that provided what felt like the ultimate betrayal, him that left her with this crushing sense of despair and humiliation and an emptiness aching in her heart that hadn’t previously been there. He was a villain, sure - they’d had more than their fair share of sarcastic and witty banter throughout their escapades and the years but he’d never intentionally betrayed her, hurt her - deceived her in such a way that it left her reeling and flailing senselessly in the dark. It wasn’t even him she’d been falling for, was it? The whole mess was convoluted and confusing, but that made it no less painful.
Her heels click on the pavement as they place distance between her soaked form and his tall, almost iridescent blue one. She wants to turn back, to look and maybe scream and shake a fist or perhaps even direct said fist at his oversized head. Body shaking in anger when he calls her name, she does turn back, feet changing direction to bring her directly in front of him.
What could you possibly hope to gain?
She snaps, her body heats despite the cold and the anger and pain rise up in her cheeks and she just snaps - words slip out that she maybe hadn’t entirely meant or intended to say. Words said in anger, in hurt and in frustration, but they’re already said and she can’t fix it or take it back so she turns and walks, leaving him standing there once more as her shoulders begin to shake. It’s too late to rescind it or even say she's sorry - because you can’t rewind time, there is no reset button. He'd told her that, after all.
It’s only when she hears booted feet taking him in the opposite direction does she glance over her shoulder.
Still, it’s hard to fathom it would be him of all people that provided what felt like the ultimate betrayal, him that left her with this crushing sense of despair and humiliation and an emptiness aching in her heart that hadn’t previously been there. He was a villain, sure - they’d had more than their fair share of sarcastic and witty banter throughout their escapades and the years but he’d never intentionally betrayed her, hurt her - deceived her in such a way that it left her reeling and flailing senselessly in the dark. It wasn’t even him she’d been falling for, was it? The whole mess was convoluted and confusing, but that made it no less painful.
Her heels click on the pavement as they place distance between her soaked form and his tall, almost iridescent blue one. She wants to turn back, to look and maybe scream and shake a fist or perhaps even direct said fist at his oversized head. Body shaking in anger when he calls her name, she does turn back, feet changing direction to bring her directly in front of him.
What could you possibly hope to gain?
She snaps, her body heats despite the cold and the anger and pain rise up in her cheeks and she just snaps - words slip out that she maybe hadn’t entirely meant or intended to say. Words said in anger, in hurt and in frustration, but they’re already said and she can’t fix it or take it back so she turns and walks, leaving him standing there once more as her shoulders begin to shake. It’s too late to rescind it or even say she's sorry - because you can’t rewind time, there is no reset button. He'd told her that, after all.
It’s only when she hears booted feet taking him in the opposite direction does she glance over her shoulder.