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Excerpts

So here's some super short "excerpts from a book I'll never write" I saw a ton on Pinterest and was in the mood I guess...❤

"You promised me," she kept saying over and over again, her whispered voice full of disbelief.
Nothing I can say will soothe her. Nothing I say should soothe her. I broke my word. I knew exactly what I was doing, what I was getting myself into, and I pushed further. I finally just give up and look at the cracked concrete, ashamed at myself. Angry at myself. I can only imagine the pain I've caused her. The drama I've begun. The spider web designed crack in her heart, threatening to shatter her...
"You promised me,"

🐙

He stood outside my house in the pouring rain. By now he was drenched and cold, but he remained in the same spot for hours awaiting my answer. I just didn't know what to say; what I wanted. I just stared out my window listening to the latter of rain of my metal roof and watched as he stood like a soldier ready for orders. His eyes didn't wander, he never looked bored, he just waited. Other people might think it creepy, but I couldn't tear my eyes away from him. And I think that's what really made me finally choose. His standing still through the storm. His patience. So I went out to meet him and got soaking wet myself.

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"No matter what.?" she asked him after she had finished crying, her voice still shaky and her head buried into his shoulder.
"No matter what." he repeated. He said it like a promise, because it was. The only promise that would hold them together.
Then, after she thought that she had run out of tears, another cry escaped her lips and she felt him grip into her tighter. That was the last noise she made for a while as her while body shook with silent sobs. The floor seemed to sway underneath her feet, but he never let her go. He caught her when her knees have and she started to fall. He whispered assurances in her ears. But he never let go.

🐠

Maybe it wasn't because she had been broken, maybe it was because he looked at her like she couldn't be fixed.

🐳

"What happened.? You used to be so happy. What did those pretty eyes of yours see to make them so dark.?"
She laughed like it pained her. "There are so many different way I can take that question... Which one do you want to know about first? The things that hurt? Or the stories that lead up to the pain? Because the stories are long but they are much better than just saying his name."

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You know that feeling where you want to cry but you can't? Where you beg your body to cry, your eyes to form tears, your heart to break just a little bit more... because your stuck in that time right before your supposed to cry and your heart is just getting bigger and bigger, filling up with pain and little tears but never completely breaking. After the crying is the relief but your stuck before that in an endless stream of clutching your chest and breathing deep and screaming into your pillow. Am I making sense? Do you get that too?

🐢

My eyes, they hold a story.
My smile, it holds a lie.
My wrists, my thighs, they hold memories.
But my heart, it holds the sky.

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Someday maybe she'll learn that not everyone in this world is out to hurt her. Maybe she'll be able to not have to be reassured everyday. Maybe she won't have to second guess herself, everything she does. Maybe one day she will wake up and not be scared to live.

Okay, what did you think.? Want more.? I can write more if people want to read them...