COMMON HIGHLANDS
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Today is my last day speaking to British. I've lost count of how many times I've said that since our very first dispute. We disagreed on most things. We were worst than Sparks's characters Allie and Noah.
We disagreed on everything because he wouldn't let me have him, and my Pride was as steep as Emily Bronte's Darcy. I was like steel, for I'd burn over and over again before I push what's not bound to happen.
I've always wondered if it would ever.
That lingered through my mind, day in, and day out. Lying next to him was all I needed at times. I've never felt so safe in any ones presence. When his arms are wrapped around me, my worries are no longer. If I'm in pain, just the sound of his voice will ease it.
So I hated him dearly for allowing me to suffer. After things changed, I became silent, he became distant. He refused to mislead me. I needed him more than anything.
British shut down..
Lacey shut down...
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Though Lacey made a Choice of giving up on British, she still thought about him every single day.
She made some changes in her regular life.
She started traveling, and becoming apart of things that made her enjoy life. Reserving trips had become her intimacy.
"Abusing my passport!" She'd say, and that she was doing.
She was so busy discovering new places and things, that she had no time to think about loving someone.
But when she would link up with her friends, she'd reminisce on how crazy she used to be towards him.
She used to be so in love with a man who wasn't hers. All of that damn quality time means nothing to a man when you don't have a title.
"Damn that title, he's mine!" She'd say. She'd flip out, scream, yell and pout.
"We're not together." Is the most hurtful thing to tell a woman that you know for sure who loves you to infinity.
British drilled that into Lacey's head, and when she finally understood, she built concrete around her heart.
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Common Highlands
Short Story"Your town does not define purity, but you will learn purity by rolling in mud." - Shauntiniqua
