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Even before her mouth opened, to speak out the words that would break me, I already knew what was going to be thrown at me.
“I’m sorry,” She said, her voice barely a whisper. Her brown eyes scanned my face.
I loved those brown eyes, they were the ones that I would often wake up to seeing, right beside me in the lazy late mornings.
She swallowed, “I can’t do this anymore. I’m so sorry Will, but we can’t go on. It’s over,”
Everything went blank.
Over?
No, it can’t be.
She said my name.
I loved it when she said my name.
Only her perfect lips could make my heart beat like a hummingbird’s when she pronounced my name.
Over.
No, it can’t be.
I opened my mouth to say something, anything, but nothing came out except for a shallow, “Okay.”
She gave me a small smile, kissed my cheek, and walked away.
Just like that, a whole three hundred and sixty five days of her was given to me, and then just as quickly snatched away from my palms.
She’s gone now.
Gone for good.
I pulled out the small box from my hand, which was behind my back.
Upon opening it, it revealed a silver band, with a diamond placed upon it, and inside engraved was “forever”.
I was going to ask her to be with me forever that day.
But all I got was three hundred and sixty five days.
I was thinking about how we often write in a girl's point of view.
I really wanted to try something in a guy's point of view.
What would it feel like if someone broke your heart? And if you were
supposed to be the so called "strong" one, the man.
Suggestions, comments would be great, thanks for reading!
“I’m sorry,” She said, her voice barely a whisper. Her brown eyes scanned my face.
I loved those brown eyes, they were the ones that I would often wake up to seeing, right beside me in the lazy late mornings.
She swallowed, “I can’t do this anymore. I’m so sorry Will, but we can’t go on. It’s over,”
Everything went blank.
Over?
No, it can’t be.
She said my name.
I loved it when she said my name.
Only her perfect lips could make my heart beat like a hummingbird’s when she pronounced my name.
Over.
No, it can’t be.
I opened my mouth to say something, anything, but nothing came out except for a shallow, “Okay.”
She gave me a small smile, kissed my cheek, and walked away.
Just like that, a whole three hundred and sixty five days of her was given to me, and then just as quickly snatched away from my palms.
She’s gone now.
Gone for good.
I pulled out the small box from my hand, which was behind my back.
Upon opening it, it revealed a silver band, with a diamond placed upon it, and inside engraved was “forever”.
I was going to ask her to be with me forever that day.
But all I got was three hundred and sixty five days.
I was thinking about how we often write in a girl's point of view.
I really wanted to try something in a guy's point of view.
What would it feel like if someone broke your heart? And if you were
supposed to be the so called "strong" one, the man.
Suggestions, comments would be great, thanks for reading!
