Short Stories

Descriptive Writing - Please...

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Please never fall in love again - feyesal (Ft. Ollie MN)

She waits through lonely nights, fighting the growing fear in her mind, hoping for his company, that it would be hers and hers alone. She has listened to his laughter over and over, for her mind cannot banish a sound so warm from her ears. She remembers the way he had embraced her alter ego, the dark side of her moonlight smiles and the anger and emotion she wielded under her exterior. He had been a shooting star in the sky, because she had not expected to find him so soon or the way that she did, but she wanted to hold onto it, hold onto him, before he passed by and out of her grasp, never to been seen again.

It had originally been non-existent, her fear, because saying goodbye to a stranger meant nothing, she had no attachment to sever and therefore no pain to heal. However, as time passed, this fear grew, spun like silk, it wound over and over in her mind until it weaved its way into her daily thoughts. The ones she had of him.

She wanted to try, to tell him the words she was so scared of saying, though somehow the fear of losing him was never larger than her fear of being hurt, of being rejected. He was the thing her heart most desired and still, he was the very thing that held it in ropes, tying it back and away from the possible goodbye her lips didn't want to say. She dreamed she could say something, that it would be the last time she would ever have to. Like a rose she knew that their love could be beautiful, but she knew that just as a rose had thorns, the relationship could shred her just as easily.

So she would sit hoping, praying that if she whispered "please never fall in love again" to the unknown forces of fate and destiny, somehow it would stop him from pursuing anyone else, disallow anyone else to enrapture his heart before she could steal it.

And if they did, she knew she would hide, disallow him to see the state she had got herself into. If he decided to tell her about the other girl, she would sit and endure the salt in her wound for him before crumbling behind closed doors and sealed rooms. She didn't want him to see just what a mess she could become because of him, the power he unknowingly held over her.

That day had not come yet and until it did she would keep whispering the words that gave her hope, "please never fall in love again." Sometimes she wished that perhaps if the words were directed at her ever loving heart, that maybe she could escape the mess of love and crushes instead.