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Hello there! This is my new story An Unreturned Meeting. In which is a story about a man named Cole Henderson who tells a story on how he comes to meet VeAnna Ellison. I came up with the idea today and I hope you enjoy it. Thank you for reading!
Sincerely,
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. . . Present Day . . .
"Tell me Cole, write it down in words and then tell with your voice." Dr. Smith directed. I nodded my head in full understandment. I clenched the pencil in my hands with blank thoughts. The notebook sat on my lap but I couldn't think of anything. of anyone.
"Cole, stop blocking out thoughts. I know that's what you're doing because you've done this before. Why don't we start with VeAnna. Yeah?" My therapist instructed.
I licked my lips as memories were shown in my head like footprints of dirt that were trailed. The enclosed wounds felt sliced open just at the mention of her name. Perhaps it wouldn't be a bad place to start; or to first write about. The wooden pencil came in contact with the lined paper and moved in an instant.
"Good. Now give me a call when you're done. I'll see you in a few days Cole." Dr. Smith had informed me but I was too much in thought to hear everything, instead I only caught selected sentences.
VeAnna Ellison.
Perhaps I should've never approached her. Maybe I should've left the moment I saw her dazzling brown eyes rimmed with a deep black or her cream dress that outlined her body.
Maybe just maybe I should've just loved her more and maybe things wouldn't have happened the way they did. If I were stronger.... I don't know anymore...I just... miss her.
Wait, I'm getting ahead of myself. I think I should start from the beginning, break my story into pieces, maybe then someone could help me understand the exact moment things changed, when everything went downhill.
. . . 14 years old . . .
It was my very first dance, to say the least. I was sporting my very own black tux with a nice bow tie.
Classic.
I had asked Emily Garner to the dance just a week prior and she was more than glad to attend with me. My mom made sure I had a dainty flower if I must say so myself, but I guess girls love that kind of stuff. She called it a corsage I believe. I don't know, I could've picked a dandelion from the ground and stuck it on a bracelet and it'd be the same thing. My mom thought that idea was uncalled for and cheap, but who wants to spend more than five bucks on some flower only used for a night?
All my thoughts came to a halt when I heard the doorbell ringing though my ears. I gulped down the lump in my throat and fixed my suit. I looked in the mirror once more with a cocky smile and a wink. I shook my hands nervously before leaving my room.
"Cole, Emily's here. Come on down." My mother hollered. I opened my bedroom door and made my way down the steps. The whole way I kept reassuring myself to be cool. When I looked up I locked eyes with Emily Garner. Pretty girl, nice one Cole. Ha! I guess even I couldn't deny I did a well job picking the ladies.
Her deep blue eyes lit up with happiness and her smile stretched across her face from ear to ear. She waved her hand in a back and forth motion while speaking in a joyful tone,
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Unrequited Meeting
Teen FictionThis was all Dr. Smith's, my therapist, idea of getting me to open up. On pencil and paper. Then, when my story was official with words I could voice out my frustration, get to the core. It wasn't always about VeAnna Ellison. In fact there was a ti...
