Hey Readers :)
This is, obviously, not a very long story. This was originally my English essay which shocked my teacher, i think she thought that i'm thick because i'm quiet around her :P. It had a good reception off my peers though :D So i hope that you all enjoy it as much as i enjoyed writing it :D xxx
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How could he not see the anger and frustration on my face? My irritation through out the last hour? His mind must have been somewhere else, just like other parts of his perfectly sculpted body. All I can remember of today-that actual seemed to be real-were the dirty text on his phone, the vacant look in his eyes that are an amalgamation of green and blue that engulfed the pupil like the Caribbean waters that submerge little fishing boats, that are too feeble to escape their depths, and the ultimatum that his dirty little whore had given him, "You have to choose now. I'm getting tired of being your little thing on the side, tired of being a kind of release that you can call and will come running. I want a real relationship, not one that seems to involve three people. I know you will make the right decision, I trust you. xoxo Victoria."
I don't care that he is sleeping with her; he has been sleeping with her for over nine months now-I know this because when he feels guilty he talks in his sleep-. I didn't care because he stayed with me, where he vowed to stay. No where he belongs. I allowed this to happen, allowed him to keep shagging her; I even allowed her to move into the same neighborhood but now she has broken the rules and she will never play the game again. He is mine and if I can't have him no one can, no one ever will.
I had just finished washing the dishes when I walked slowly over to the large French doors that lead out to my pristine garden. I walked until I was face to face with my reflection that the wild light of the full moon outside and the tame light form inside my kitchen had created against the glass. I looked myself up and down, my hands were balled into fist's-I could even make out the whites of my knuckles-, my arms so close to my sides, as if to lockup my brewing rage up for my own good. I could see that my black, above the knee length dress was creaseless against my body, as if I had just put it on, and I could see how it hugged my hourglass figure to perfection, my red, five inch heels, shiny and scratch less, and my breast length mahogany hair in loose curls that cascaded over my shoulders and down my bare back without being a hair out of place, I am perfect, how can he not love me.
My eyes had since adjusted and I was left staring into my lush garden, bountiful with life, with flowers both native and exotic that were dancing with the wind ever so gracefully, their delicate and fragile petals gently flapping to let the wind embrace them, but they never fell. I had nearly scanned the whole garden over when my eyes fell upon my beautiful rock pond, I half expected to see the glimmers of red, orange, and yellow gliding through the water and bobbing up to the surface, but now the pond was a frozen over waste land, completely uninhabitable, killing anything that once lived in harmony with it. On top of this silent killing machine were two tiny white rose buds slowly, but surely coming to their end.
Out of my immaculately aligned shrubbery came a man. His tux was dark against the light of the moon, wrapped around his magnificently toned body, the jacket of which was buttoned low to reveal a crisp, white shirt that his chest was slightly visible through. I moved my way up the figure that seemed almost translucent against the inanimate objects of my back yard.
My eye's met his neck first, it was enclosed by the collar of his shirt and the solid line of his masculine jaw, my eyes moved up towards his mouth, his tender lips glided upwards into a smile, parting in the middle to unveil a set of gleaming white teeth that people would pay millions to have. My eyes then motioned upwards following an invisible and inevitable passage that lead my eyes up from his mouth, over his chiseled cheekbones, glowing tanned skin, and up to his eyes.
