"I could try to forget what you do when I let you get through to me, but then you do it over again"
Our doubts were always our traitors, weren't they. They say distance makes the heart grow fonder, but how is that possible when the gap never seems to close? I want to see you, now. But I know that's not possible.
On that note, I took a little time to whip up a little mini-story to see how my writing still is these days. A little feedback would be nice, but I know I haven't been active these days, and most of you wouldn't care, haha. I guess you could say my paragraph above is my little 'prompt'.
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"I miss you," she said. There were a few moments of silence, and then a sigh.
"I know."
"Maybe...we should do something together. I haven't seen you. It feels like forever." she choked out, suppressing her growing hope before she would be disappointed.
He shifted restlessly on the other side of the phone, "Yeah, but you've got school, and I've got work."
She found herself wondering why it always seemed to end this way. "I know," she repeated his earlier words. It reverberated in her head; hollow phrases that didn't seem to hold meaning. Words lingered on the tip of her tongue, teasing her lips. She swallowed them before they escaped. The unspoken question.
Do you still...?
Yeah.
I just wish...
I know.
"How was school today?" He asked.
She didn't think he was deliberately trying to change the conversation. He wasn't. Oh, who was she trying to fool? Whatever reasoning she came up with would be deflected carelessly by her insecurities. "It was alright; pretty boring. The teacher lectures too much." They moved on to less condemning conversation.
She let out a breath she hadn't known she was holding, and put her head in her hands; a gesture he wasn't able to see. She scowled at herself, cursing her own doubts. Where was her confidence? Why was she so uncapable of asking simple questions? Or were they not simple at all, layered with so many undertones that it became a complicated, but beautiful flower? What a wretched flower.
"Are you still there?"
"Yeah, yeah, sorry. Just caught up in something, I guess."
"Listen, my boss is calling me in now. I have to go now." He let out a sigh of frustration. "I'm sorry."
"Don't be. I'll talk to you later then, kay?"
"Mhmm. Go to sleep early, okay? It makes me worried."
"Only if you do." Her hands were shaking. Why were her hands shaking?
"If it makes you sleep earlier. I'll call to make sure you're asleep," he laughed.
"I'm sure you would," she replied in amusement. She paused, and then moved on, "...bye."
"Bye."
Click.
She held the phone in her hands delicately and sagged as if the weight of the world was on her shoulders. Would it break if she threw it? Would it break as much as her heart would?
A few minutes passed, and the faint dial tone suddenly erupted in a cacophony of sound, jolting her out of her thoughts. "To make another call, press--"
Click.
The situation was always the same.
I love you.
I know.
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Oh dear lord, writing any form of a story still feels so foreign to me. (Romance, especially, or lack thereof in this case, I don't know.) When was the last time I wrote some inking of a romance? I don't even remember. Check my profile or something. Ugh.
I know I could change the names and style a bit; easily rip it and stick it into a fandom to get some replies and see how rusty I've gotten at this. Maybe later.
Anyway, I hope that was okay. I'll be fretting over it later, I'm sure.
On that note, I took a little time to whip up a little mini-story to see how my writing still is these days. A little feedback would be nice, but I know I haven't been active these days, and most of you wouldn't care, haha. I guess you could say my paragraph above is my little 'prompt'.
---
"I miss you," she said. There were a few moments of silence, and then a sigh.
"I know."
"Maybe...we should do something together. I haven't seen you. It feels like forever." she choked out, suppressing her growing hope before she would be disappointed.
He shifted restlessly on the other side of the phone, "Yeah, but you've got school, and I've got work."
She found herself wondering why it always seemed to end this way. "I know," she repeated his earlier words. It reverberated in her head; hollow phrases that didn't seem to hold meaning. Words lingered on the tip of her tongue, teasing her lips. She swallowed them before they escaped. The unspoken question.
Do you still...?
Yeah.
I just wish...
I know.
"How was school today?" He asked.
She didn't think he was deliberately trying to change the conversation. He wasn't. Oh, who was she trying to fool? Whatever reasoning she came up with would be deflected carelessly by her insecurities. "It was alright; pretty boring. The teacher lectures too much." They moved on to less condemning conversation.
She let out a breath she hadn't known she was holding, and put her head in her hands; a gesture he wasn't able to see. She scowled at herself, cursing her own doubts. Where was her confidence? Why was she so uncapable of asking simple questions? Or were they not simple at all, layered with so many undertones that it became a complicated, but beautiful flower? What a wretched flower.
"Are you still there?"
"Yeah, yeah, sorry. Just caught up in something, I guess."
"Listen, my boss is calling me in now. I have to go now." He let out a sigh of frustration. "I'm sorry."
"Don't be. I'll talk to you later then, kay?"
"Mhmm. Go to sleep early, okay? It makes me worried."
"Only if you do." Her hands were shaking. Why were her hands shaking?
"If it makes you sleep earlier. I'll call to make sure you're asleep," he laughed.
"I'm sure you would," she replied in amusement. She paused, and then moved on, "...bye."
"Bye."
Click.
She held the phone in her hands delicately and sagged as if the weight of the world was on her shoulders. Would it break if she threw it? Would it break as much as her heart would?
A few minutes passed, and the faint dial tone suddenly erupted in a cacophony of sound, jolting her out of her thoughts. "To make another call, press--"
Click.
The situation was always the same.
I love you.
I know.
---
Oh dear lord, writing any form of a story still feels so foreign to me. (Romance, especially, or lack thereof in this case, I don't know.) When was the last time I wrote some inking of a romance? I don't even remember. Check my profile or something. Ugh.
I know I could change the names and style a bit; easily rip it and stick it into a fandom to get some replies and see how rusty I've gotten at this. Maybe later.
Anyway, I hope that was okay. I'll be fretting over it later, I'm sure.