A collection of short stories of varying sub-genres.
Part I: Wilted Roses contains romantic short stories
Part II: Fairy Dust & Starlight is where you'll find fantastic and paranormal stories
Part III: Black Hearts is the place for my dark fic...
This story is very close to my heart, so I beg you to be gentle with your comments. I can handle constructive criticism, but if you're going to simply bash the content and the characters of this one, I'm going to be very upset.
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Thinking of you
I try to distract myself. I sit on my bed and try to read a book, watch a movie even, but I just can't.
I can't stop thinking about him. Every tiny detail reminds me of him. I go to make myself some tea and see the box of tea I bought last week, with him. I decide to drink some of the fig flavoured tea and again I'm reminded of him simply because I know he doesn't like figs.
I know, it was my idea to take a break and I've even thought about breaking up, ending things with him before, many times actually. In my head, I always thought he would be the one to cry, to get hurt and I was right. However I didn't expect it would be so hard for me, too. I didn't know it would be so hard to be without him, to not text him the second I got home, telling him how my favourite pale blue pants were full of dirty splatters from the rain and reading his compassionate respond. I didn't know I couldn't even stand a few hours without hearing from him. Without knowing what he was doing, how he was feeling.
Because that's what I'm asking myself. How does he feel right now?
I suspect the worst, imagining him crying, curled up on his bed. But I refuse to think about it too much, I don't want to dwell too much on the details.
Is he trying to distract himself like me? Is he playing some video game?
Has he told his friends? What are they thinking of me now? What does he think of me? Does he hate me? No, I know he doesn't hate me. He always loved me more than I did him. And that's why, I can't be with him anymore, because I don't deserve him, him and his love. I can't give him what he deserves, can't return what he has given me.
In a way, I'm not good enough for him. Despite what he always told me about being way more attractive than him and how lucky he was to have such a beautiful girlfriend when he was only average. How I was the best thing that happened to him.
Except I'm not. I think I proved that today. I broke his heart, I'm pretty sure of that. But I never meant to, I never wanted to hurt him.
My mind slowly wanders back to this afternoon. I can't believe we sat there and discussed us for almost three hours. He didn't shout at me, didn't even raise his voice one time. He wasn't angry at me, just sad. And desperate.
It started with a simple question. "Do you want to move in with me?" I looked deep into his green eyes as his face was hovering above mine and tried not to shrug, tried not to seem indifferent, tried not to avoid his question like I normally would.
