Hope Moore
Saturday, October 15My eyes glisten in the mere sunlight, glancing at our interlocked hands every few seconds.
"I don't know how we got to this way, " I think. We were a runaway couple, with no rights at all.
He coughs and I immediately glance in his way, "What's wrong?" My eyes plead for an answer.
All I get is a slight shake of his head- that's what I always get-, him re-interlocking our hands.
Sweat beads off my forehead, my heart aches, my eyes itch, and all I ever think is pain.
I take my hand out of his, and get up. Looking at the dark, clear sky. I know I am here for a reason.
His exact words were, "It's fake, " and, "you and him are not a couple, got it? ". And let me tell you, I got it.
I don't dare to speak- or think- his name. It hurts to know he'd do that to me, all that agony.
"Jack, please answer me," I say. I put my forefinger and thumb on his chin and turn it slightly. "Please. "
He turns away, "Hope I told you, I will never look your way again. " His tone sounded sour.
Tears threatening to pour, I walk away to the snowy tree that we had our first kiss in.
You may think a first kiss is an amazing memory, but to us it's a nightmare.
It reminds me of the grim tales, because we're a severe sighting and we're dead.
That's all I ever was to him. I wanted to love him, but it was the guy I talked about earlier's choice, not mine.
Women have always been treated like no good human beings, but I have always been there for Jack.
It's a sad sighting to know that I get sour treatment from him and his friend.
I was set up and didn't realize it until I ran away from the old life I had accustomed to.
Well, that life is dead and gone, and that's never going to comeback. I remember the last day there.
I look up at the city lights, speaking up in a louder voice, tightening my coat.
"This is where our memories are held", I began, "the city lights hold them tightly."
And that's the last thing I said that day, before walking back to Jack and snuggling into his jacket.
Of course as you might have guessed already, without affection at all. That's all it'll ever be.
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