I'd always loved her and i knew i always would. That first time she had been seen with these now teary eyes i knew there was something special about her. For the rest of that party i kept glancing at her, admiring her grace, her beauty, her smile. Eventually i'd gathered the courage to talk to what was soon to become the centre of my life. Each step towards her felt like a step towards destiny. One more deep breath, this was it. Suddenly i wasnt nervous. Gleaming saphire eyes were looking into my dull brown ones. With that i started talking. I confess i think if it wasn't for the approval of her sole a jumbled mess of sounds may have errupted from my mouth instead. To my amazment we talked continuously for the rest of that night. Her name was Rose and she had recently moved into a house near by with her friend sarah. I can still remember the chearing and the words "yes single" going off in my mind that
night. I also found out about her family, her job and her puppy Buttons. With every word i became more infatuated with her. By the end of the night I wanted nothing more for her hand to be in mine and for us to live a long happy life together.
That was over a year ago now. Since that night we had become best friends which although wasn't my original intension was nice just the same. There was a time when they'd rarely be a day when we'd be abscent from each others company. We were fighting the world and doing it together. When those rare days arrived when we were abscent form each others company we'd be messaging through it continuously because of how much we missed each other. What always kept me going was that I knew I'd see her soon and feel her warmth with those greeting hugs that we had become acustome to. Sometimes it took a battle to reach her, but I'd do anthing for her so I'd keep fighting. One summers day when I had flu I was so insitant that I must see her that I packed a back pack full of films and entertainment and walked a mile through the rain to get to her. It was worth it, despite the fact she was repeatedly comlaining at how i'd still come. She didn't know that the journey there was what it took for me to start feeling better.
So there I sat. Lightening was stricking through me. Inside my head all words were lost, all reason was lost their was nothing left except him and her and my vanishing heart. Their presents was sufficating, my throught was dry, my breaths drew long. Then I stood up. It drove me that they didn't even notice my movement. My hand reached out, I hardly even noticed. Suddenly in my hand was a TV remote, i flipped it gently from one side to the other and then my arm was raised. One flick of the rist was all it took for my world to change. It smacked her in the side of her soft face. She squeeled with pain. The force was so immense I could feel it from where I stood, but I didn't care. My heart was now empty, yet somehow one glance from those stunning, tearful eyes still burned me. Blood poured down her left cheeck below her pink tense hand. Down the side of my face tears began to flow but I kept focused on her for a few more seconds, watching the distruction I had caused. Something beat into my chest. The boys fists kept gliding through the air and smashing into me - any part of me it could touch. Eventually I realised that I was fighting back. Force from somewhere I didn't no existed were tearing at his innocent flesh. My back screamed in pain as I was thrown into a wooden table, but I dragged him down with me. Rolling so he was the one pinned against the table I placed my left hand near his throught and raised my right arm. "Stop" a muffled voice cried. I paused just in time. We both turned our heads to face her. Then that was it, the end.
But there is ust one question, is this love?
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