Parker and Carson are so in love. There was nothing that one did that the other did not join in on. It was like magic the way they fused together in perfect harmony. It was like a beautiful symphony played by the best orchestra known to man. Everyone wanted a relationship like Parker and Carson because it was as though they were placed on this earth to be together. Their relationship was equivalent to a white picket fence. When you see a white picket fence, you see a perfect home that has a perfect family inside. Nothing is perfect, not even the house behind the white picket fence, many things inside are broken. Yet, people still want to have the same love as Parker and Carson.
The two are so in love and it was visually noticeable because they could not keep their hands off of each other. Everywhere they went, you could see one of their hands on the other. It was almost like they were glued to each other and needed to be by each other's side at all times.
The two are so in love that you could hear it through the walls even when you didn't want to. They were always telling each other how much they loved each other. They made sure that the other knew how much they needed them and how important they were.
The two are so in love to the point that they do everything together. There is nowhere that one could go where the other wasn't close by. They enjoyed each other's presence so much that they wanted everyone to see.
The best part about Parker and Carson's love, was that it was so strong. I am sure if they would have ended up with other people, it would have never worked out because they were destined. But whenever I would come around it was like they minimized their love. They would finally take their hands off each other. They would finally quiet down about their affection. They would finally separate. Their love was like a fire and I was the extinguisher. Maybe they did not want me to see their love, but the truth was, I wish I didn't see or hear it.
The love marks on Parker's arms and legs showed just how strong Carson's love was. If love was strong enough to leave imprints like that then I did not want it.
Whenever I heard them expressing their love through the thin walls of my closet, it never seemed sincere or happy like it's supposed to. The "I love you" always came after loud thumps, tears, and apologies. Most of the time, right before the "I love you" you could hear Carson say to Parker, "It will never happen again."
Whenever Parker wanted to go out, Carson either had to join or had to know where and for how long Parker would be gone. Most of the time Parker would just tell Carson to come because nothing ever happens in public.
Everyone wanted love like Parker and Carson. They wanted the white picket fence. Love.
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Short Stories for a Broken Heart
Povídky*TRIGGER WARNING* Some of these short stories cover very serious topics that can be triggering so please be advised! Just a series of short stories that never end quite like you'd expect! If you have a theme or topic you want me to cover, comment!
