Opinions welcomed
I wrote this piece today, and it was the first conscious effort I've made in a really long time. So, read it and let me know what you honestly think... I think I'm kinda proud of it, perhaps I'll continue and elaborate at some point soon.
"She took one long last drag from her cigarette before flicking the butt to the ground. Smoking was a dirty habit she had acquired throughout her four years in college. Usually she could control her cigarette urges, but tonight, as ambivalence surged through her veins, she needed the nicotine to calm her already frayed nerves.
Oh a whim she had given up everything, packed her bags, and headed west with the money she had secretly been saving. This was the first time she had been back in almost two years, and she was almost certain NO ONE would want to hear from her after all this time, let alone see her.
She had not done too badly for herself in her absence. Though an alcoholic by nature, she successfully drank in moderation and only in social situations. Men had also always been an addiction, but upon her disappearance she had not so much kissed another man, let alone slept with one.
It had already been three days since she had been back in town, yet she had not had the courage to phone anyone. Last night she promised herself that tonight she would finally leave her hotel room out of sheer curiosity for her old life and more importantly... him.
*
Despite himself he had always cared for her. Though he never understood why she loved him at all, he was grateful for her attention and worry. He had no idea that the last time they saw each other, would in fact be the last time. She had not said anything to imply that she was even unhappy, let alone leaving; but after not hearing from her for four days, he stopped by her apartment and there had been no answer, and worse, no furniture when he peeked through the window.
Two years later and he still had not heard from her. He was probably just as bitter and morbid as the day she unbeknownst to him disappeared, if not more so. Sometimes he blamed himself for chasing her away by never owning up to his feelings for her. But all along he knew he had not done it by himself.
More often than he cared to admit, he hoped that the person on the other end of the telephone would be her, or maybe she would send him a lengthy dramatic email as she had always done before when something was bothering her. But he never received a word...”
"She took one long last drag from her cigarette before flicking the butt to the ground. Smoking was a dirty habit she had acquired throughout her four years in college. Usually she could control her cigarette urges, but tonight, as ambivalence surged through her veins, she needed the nicotine to calm her already frayed nerves.
Oh a whim she had given up everything, packed her bags, and headed west with the money she had secretly been saving. This was the first time she had been back in almost two years, and she was almost certain NO ONE would want to hear from her after all this time, let alone see her.
She had not done too badly for herself in her absence. Though an alcoholic by nature, she successfully drank in moderation and only in social situations. Men had also always been an addiction, but upon her disappearance she had not so much kissed another man, let alone slept with one.
It had already been three days since she had been back in town, yet she had not had the courage to phone anyone. Last night she promised herself that tonight she would finally leave her hotel room out of sheer curiosity for her old life and more importantly... him.
*
Despite himself he had always cared for her. Though he never understood why she loved him at all, he was grateful for her attention and worry. He had no idea that the last time they saw each other, would in fact be the last time. She had not said anything to imply that she was even unhappy, let alone leaving; but after not hearing from her for four days, he stopped by her apartment and there had been no answer, and worse, no furniture when he peeked through the window.
Two years later and he still had not heard from her. He was probably just as bitter and morbid as the day she unbeknownst to him disappeared, if not more so. Sometimes he blamed himself for chasing her away by never owning up to his feelings for her. But all along he knew he had not done it by himself.
More often than he cared to admit, he hoped that the person on the other end of the telephone would be her, or maybe she would send him a lengthy dramatic email as she had always done before when something was bothering her. But he never received a word...”