A TALE OF LOVE...AND SORROW

A TALE OF LOVE

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P.S. Please excuse the extremely cheesy title; I was stuck!! But suggestions are welcome!

A TALE OF LOVE

I knew I was too late from the moment I saw him lying on the floor. He was basking in his own blood and his fingers were twitching slightly. I cannot even describe to you how much a truly broken heart hurts someone. For months, years after that, I tormented myself with the same question over and over again; 'what if...what if...' What if I had only thought about him after I said what I said, what if I had reached him earlier, what if...

But I am not here to tell you what could have been.

I am here to tell you what happened, what was.

I am here to tell you the truth about everything.

I met him on my 2nd birthday, as Mother told me. I had supposedly just opened all of my presents when he was dropped off late. I had taken a particular liking to a small talking Barney I had received that day. My little friends and I were all sitting in a circle and playing with toys whilst out Mothers were feeding us cake. I still remember the moment he was plopped into our circle and we all gazed at him, evaluating the new-comer. The second his Mother walked out the front door, he began screaming at the top of his lungs. All the mothers took it in turn trying to coax him back into silence or distract him by the odd glittering object. But he wouldn't stop crying and crying and crying and crying...

Until I finally waddled over to him and offered my precious Barney. He stopped bawling his eyes out immediately and gingerly took the Barney from me. He hugged it tightly, digging his small fingers into it and pressing it against his chest. Obviously I got the Barney back later that evening when his Mother picked him up. But that wasn't the important thing. What was important was that little 10 second exchange that changed both our lives forever...

But the real story starts when we were much more grown up; that's when this story takes a complete different turn. But for now, let's settle on an age, let's say...fourteen? Yes, we are both fourteen now and we still believe we can conquer the world.

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The familiar impatient tap on my door jolts me from my homework. But, as usual, John walks in without a pause;

"Hey, Hannah. What are you up to?" He walked in and closed the door. I glanced up at him and admired how well he was dressed. He was wearing black skinny jeans; not too skinny but just right, and a bright blue jumper to match his blue eyes.

"Math's homework. But, as usual, you'll just copy me before the lesson." I took my iPod earphones out and readied myself for John's ignorant behavior.

"Yeah, yeah..." He mumbled, flopping onto my arm chair opposite my bed and sighed dramatically.

"What has she done now?" I asked. John always looked so gloomy when he had a fight with his girlfriend, Suzie.

"Who? Suzie? Nothing." John stumbled.

I shrugged and continued with my homework, which didn't take long to crack him.

"So basically, she saw me talking to another girl and completely flipped about it. I mean, can I not come within ten yards of a female without being scrutinized by her?" John sat up.