"love is so short, forgetting is so long." - pablo neruda
two souls fall in love, but they are the best, yet worst thing for each other. they are left broken apart, but they remember it all too well.
based on "all too well" by taylor swift
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Natalie and Michael sat in the car, tension simmering between them like an impending storm. The air inside the vehicle felt heavy, charged with unspoken frustrations. It had been a long day, and the stress had finally reached its peak.
As they drove along the deserted road, a disagreement erupted between them, like a bolt of lightning striking the calmness around them. Voices grew louder, words sharper, and anger fueled their argument. Natalie's hands gripped the steering wheel tightly, her knuckles turning white.
"I can't believe you would say that!" Natalie's voice trembled with hurt.
Michael's face flushed with anger as he retorted, "Well, maybe if you actually listened to me for once, we wouldn't be in this mess!"
The car came to a sudden halt, and Michael flung open the door. He stepped out, his frustration evident in every step. Natalie, her heart pounding, followed suit, her eyes pleading for resolution.
"Michael, please, let's talk about this," she implored, her voice tinged with desperation.
Michael turned sharply towards Natalie, his face contorted with rage. He reached into his pocket, pulled out the car keys, and threw them forcefully at her feet. The keys clattered on the asphalt, a symbol of their broken connection.
"Fine, you drive then!" he snapped, his voice filled with bitter resentment.
Natalie watched as Michael stormed away, his footsteps echoing in the silence that enveloped them. She stood there, feeling the weight of his anger, her mind racing with a mixture of confusion and sadness. Her gaze followed him until he disappeared from sight.
Feeling a mix of emotions, Natalie slowly made her way back to the car. She sank into the driver's seat and closed the door, the sound reverberating in the stillness. As she sat there, the silence was broken only by the sound of Michael's voice, now amplified by his phone conversation.
Through the windshield, Natalie watched him pacing back and forth, his voice booming as he yelled into the phone. She could see the strain on his face, the frustration etched into every line. Her heart ached, torn between wanting to comfort him and feeling the weight of his anger.
Inside the car, Natalie's mind replayed their argument, searching for understanding amidst the chaos. She stared at Michael, her eyes fixed on his distant figure, his words blending into the background. The intensity of the situation began to fade, replaced by a deep sadness that settled within her.
As the minutes ticked by, Natalie found solace in the quiet refuge of the car. She closed her eyes, taking deep breaths, trying to find a sense of calm amidst the storm that raged around them. She knew that they would need time to heal and find their way back to each other.
