365 Days Of Summer
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Prologue.
Prologue:
Sunshine creeped in from under the blinds, a warm ray of light lay across my naked back. Without opening my eyes, I listened for the rain and smiled.
"Morning baby, the rains stopped" one arms stretched across my bed looking for her warm, perfect body.
Nothing, she was gone. The ocean coloured walls seem to close into me, the furniture creeps forward me. Fear crawls from the bottom of my stomach- convulsing around me- I use it to spur me on. Swiftly checking the bathroom as I claw the lasting shred of hope that she hasn't left me.
I crash into the brightly colour room, my heart sank. Without turning my head I know the kitchen is empty to. She's not here. Now standing in just my boxers, the feelings of hurt and betrayal settle within me. I'm left as empty as the apartment I live in.
Memories from last night flashed behind my clenched eyes, I grabbed my hands through my hair as image of her smile when I told her I loved her, pain striking my stomach as I remembered her voice as she whispered them back with tears in her eyes.
My throat closed, I was suffocating. I couldn't breath, burning tears stung down my face as my world crash's around me. I fall to my knees aching all over. Im bleeding internally, my heart pouring out of the cracks I thought she had healed.
Again, the walls seem to close into me. The happy colours that usually make me smile, seem to taunt my failure, my mistrust and brokenness. I'm dying, my heart shattered I cannot live anymore. My heart cannot take this. i knew I couldn't fancy another heartbreak. The thought of continuing fallacy of a life, mocks me.
Millions of needles stabbed into my entire body, I felt cold. My vision blurred and I collapsed.
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AUTHOR NOTE:
Ohaii! I'm not gonna make this promising and that promise- that I'll keep uploading this story.
But it is one I started a log time ago, and probably vowed to continue. But in all fairness. I really like this concept. Also my mother mum has breast cancer, she beat it and still lives today. My fathers mother hasn't recently beaten Brest cancer. But not a week after finishing her active treatment; we've found another cancer. It could be terminal. It would mean so much to me to write this story and dedicate it to my nan.
Enjoy.
This was written on 23/5/12
This was rewritten 28/5/12
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365 Days Of Summer
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