"What's the idea behind forcing yourself to become a better person? Who is to assume that one isn't the best they can be already? Who is the one to determine the people who must strive to change themselves, for the good of everyone else, and become a person they are not? Why must we change? Why must I change?
"I saw you sitting there with the other woman, rosy red cheeks, and bright, dazzling smiles being thrown at one another. I saw the way you looked her in the eyes with a burning hot passion, the same passion that I felt for you all those years ago. I noticed the way your pale hand dart across the table as she moved to stand, yet your pleading gaze convinced her to stay but a moment longer. I saw you look at her the way you looked at me. I don't agree with that.
"I pity her; I've known you since we were little children bumbling about without a care in the world as to who was watching us, knowing that our game of make-believe would all be over by the morning. We used to attend school together, notes passed in every class thanks to our determination to be in the same room at all times. I remember being stunned when you asked me out, your gaze downcast as you nervously rubbed the side of your arm, worried that our friendship may be ruined. I remember me crying my eyes out after you hit me, leaving me to rot in that damn apartment we used to share before we split.
"Are you going to do the same to her?"
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My Original Works
AcakThe random short stories that I've come up with in my spare time; most are the product of single word prompts, others are just ideas that I had to jot down. Regardless, I hope you enjoy them!
