The story of nearly everything

Chapter two

There is no love in this world. There is only us. Our eternal bind to humanity is our weakness. The fear in our eyes, the tremble in our legs. The pulse of our throbbing heart in our chests is the only relief we have from our cold world of rock and wood. Everyday we gasp for our last breath and yet we are still alive. Yet we still clutch to our dainty souls and pretend that we don't want to let go. In the back of our minds, the itch of depression. The nagging crescendo of urgency that there is nothing to stop us from letting go of the pain. But there is. There is still humanity. It festers inside us like a disease. Some of us greet it. Welcome it into our bodies like an old friend. And others turn it away. They shut the door on it. So oblivious to their weaknesses that they consider themselves invincible. They are foolish. They are as weak as the dripping cough of a dying man. And until the warbling tune of their heart dies out, they are only half as strong as they are in the rippling vision in their minds. They are weak. They are fearful. They have no hope.

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I am ashamed to say that it was a typical college love story. I was walking to my locker. My eyes glued to my new green converse sneakers, avoiding all eye contact. Suddenly I collided with a wall of body. I fell to the ground, landing ungracefully on the floor. My books, once clutched in my arms were scattered around the hallway.

" I am so sorry!"

I looked up at the concerned voice above me and all of a sudden I was caught up in a pair of forest green eyes. I can't breath. Every time I close my eyes, I see that flash of forest green and I feel like I'm going to shrivel up and die. And if you really must know, his name was, no, I want tell you. I don't want you to make a connection to this character. It will only end in a heartbreak like mine. And nobody wants that.

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I've heard stories of poor desperate women who drove themselves to insanity by love. They allow an idiotic man pierce their tender hearts and leave their mark. The only way to prevent that is to have a heart of stone.

I am unscathed by the effects of love. Well, I was. Everything is in past tense now. I wish I was back in the good days. At school. With a boyfriend and good classes and a loving family.

And myself.

Now I don't know who I am. If it is the individual parts of me put together that control me. Or the smidgen of hope burning in my gut that keeps me on the verge of sanity.

Or maybe I've already passed the verge.

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Back to the story.

I don't need to tell you the little details. Just that after the hallway collision we became closer each day until the winter dance came.

That's when we clicked into place. I was about to walk into biology when something hit me from behind. I spun around, confused, and saw a crumpled paper plane sitting pitifully on the frosty grass. I picked it up. A spark of curiosity in my mind. I gently unfolded it and saw that there was some writing on it.

Will you go to the dance with me,

Your secret admirer.

I was confused. Who could have sent this note. Who could be too bashful to talk to me face to face. I didn't see the green eyed admirer lurking in the shadows of the pine tree.

At lunch I walked into the packed cafeteria and saw him sitting by himself in the far corner of the room. I kept my eyes on him while I bought my lunch. Almost covering my shoes with salad in my subconsciousness. With my eyes downcast, my mouth turning up at the corners, I walked to his table. I sat down without looking up and whispered " Of course". At first I didn't think he heard me. He sat slumped over his lunch, his shoulders tense. Until he murmured a small thank you.

And that was how it started.

A paper plane, a pine tree and a packed cafeteria.

That was the start of everything.

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OMG I FINALLY GOT A CHAPTER UP!

This took me AGES to write as I've been really busy lately with shows and rehearsal etc.

So yay!

Thanks for reading my story. It's probably horrible.

But thanks.

Bye 😘