In this world there are realists and people like me. Optimists. People who look at the world and think it has so much potential. My good friend Evett is a realist, who laughs at my outlook of love.
"Dude just face it, Erica will never go for you." Evett laughed. I refuse to believe it, she'll eventually realize how good I am for her, I'm not self centered I just know it's true.
"Evett..." I just sighed. I don't know why I let her do this to me. She doesn't even know of my existence. "I gotta get to class,"
"Hey! Wait! Alec, how's that book coming?" He huffed.
"It's.. getting there." I sighed again. To tell the truth, I burned it. I couldn't get a feel for it, My writers block has been.. Hellish lately. The bell rung signalling I'm late. "Fucking Christ Evett!" I yelled as he booked it down the hall laughing.
Sitting in a class room has helped me realize a few things about myself. One, I, Alec Brovette, am not a people person. two, school is where i do my best writing, and three, I enjoy watching Erica paint in art. She has such passion for art. It kind of makes you smile. I, myself don't have an artistic bone in my body, but I can write one hell of a story. The one I' working on at the moment Is called The Fallen, It's about Erica. You've probably heard the story before, broken girl, boy saves her. but sadly my story isn't gonna end happy. I have a feeling Erica and I will never be.. Just like Evett said. That's what hurts. Being in love with someone who has no clue you're alive.
"The Fallen
A heartbeat, that's all I hear as I lay my head on her chest. She is sound asleep, the only sound that fills the room is her breathing. An broken angel, cased down to save a sad soul much like myself. If only we could stay like this forever, stay this close forever, this peaceful. Nothing sexual or wrong, just purity and love. That's what I want. I want the one thing that'll never be."
My notebook reads as I stare at the page. I want nothing more that to finish this book, I've never finished anything. But I personally want to know how this story ends.
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Confessions of the Broken
RomancePain, a word meaning a thousand different stories all with the same ending. They all end in hatred and regret.