the tears fall from my eyes, there glistening in the moonlight, and i no longer can hold the tears, the fustration, the anger, the passion, it becomes all overwheling ...she kissed him for the last time, his lips looked like they have been carved, soft, peachy colour.
the time stood still, my head felt like it was spinning, the pure lust she felt, she represed it and began to walk...the tears streamed down her face like a water fall, he cried her name .."Amalie". she just carried on walking on the crisp autumn leaves, smelling the cool air.
the wind blew away the tears, walking past a lake with little bobbing ducks swimming on the top of it, she couldn't help but sit down on the cold mossy wooden bench, gazing at the water whilst smoking a cigarette,she took a breath thinking of what life holds for me next.
saying goodbye the your one and only true love is like taking away a part of your self, it feels like apart of you has died. reaching into my pocket she pulled out a creased up old love note from the first or second time we met, the note simply said...
"Amalie, the times we have shared are unforgettable i could never love another like you, Yours forever Charlie."
she burnt the note as she just felt pain from reading it, and tossed it in to the deadly cold lake, getting up off the bench she saw the tiny burnt part of the note sink to the murky depths of the lake.
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broken lovers
Fantasya gripping tale of a fantasy, of love & lust. And just how changes can make all the difference
