Sheo- Love is Key

Cry 1

3rd person.

The phone that she was once using lies at her feet. She has her head held in her hands. She had received the news and is now sobbing beyond control.

The tears keep falling.

The stove has been abandoned where she was once cooking. The flame is still going and the oven still hot. Burning, the fish she was cooking is burning.

The tears keep falling.

The laptop is still open, programs running. The recipe still set as the first tab open. A paper she was typing for her math class is waiting for another word to be typed as she cooked.

The tears keep falling.

But for Shailene, Shailene is in the corner of her small apartment. The rustic theme that she worked so hard to create before school started does not matter to her now. What matters is the water falling from her eyes, tears.

The tears keep falling.

The stove, she turns off. The oven, no longer hot. The laptop, she shuts. The tear falls from her eye landing on the Apple logo. The phone, she plugs in, yet doesn't bother to do anything to set an alarm.

The tears keep falling.

Shailene cries on her twin sized bed. Shailene lets all her sorrows go for what has happened today. Shailene never asked for this to happen.

The tears keep falling.

For now, she can only cry. There is nothing she can do to help. Nothing she can do but cry. Crying is a hard thing to do, but not now. Not for her.

The tears keep falling.
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The tea has gone cold. He runs his hands through his hair. The milk and water from the tea separate. He lets out a deep breath.

The tears keep falling.

The fountain pen's red ink drips. It will later stain his wooden desk, but it will hardly be noticeable. He doesn't like red ink, but it is protocol.

The tears keep falling.

The papers are spread out on his stained desk. All but one are there. The corrections written on them look like blood. He is fixing the mistakes.

The tears keep falling.

Mr. Theo James is just a young math professor. Theo is just too stressed because this is his first year teaching. Mr. James loves all of his students. Mr. James especially likes one girl.

The tears keep falling.

For now, all Mr. James can do is grade the papers. There is nothing to do but notices mistakes and mark them. Grading papers is an easy thing to do, but not now. Not for him.

The tears keep falling.

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This is a new style I'm trying and I like it so far. I know it's short, but more parts to come. Thanks for over 200 reads!!!

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