How Love Destroys

Slowpoke and Fastpoke

Hope walked all the way to San Francisco, where she stood on the top of a hill. She sat down and put her head in her hands.

Then she heard a noise.

Hope glanced up, and saw two headless turtles wobbling down the street on their unstable drunk feet. She leaned over, and scooped the little reptiles up in her hands. The turtles nuzzled their stubs into her hands. She stroked the smaller one, and named it Slowpoke. Then, she stroked the larger one, and named it Fastpoke.

Slowpoke suddenly stood up in Hope's hand. "I am in love with you," he said, the words coming from his headless stump.

"Hey!" said Fastpoke. "She's my love!"

The two headless turtles began to argue, and Hope stared at them incredulously. "You're turtles!" she cried. "You can't be in love with me! Why are you even talking? You don't even have heads!!! What is going on?!"

Suddenly, she heard the sound of footsteps coming up the hill towards her. A tall, strong man with light brown hair and muddy brown eyes stood in front of her. "Let me take care of that for you," he said smoothly, grabbing the headless turtles and hurling them down the hill.

"Thank you!" said Hope. "What's your name?"

"I'm Harold, your true love," said the man. "I have been told by the gods to find you and marry you."

"Wait," said Hope. "What gods?"

"Why, the gods that have created this story, of course," said Harold.

Hope was very, very, very confused but before she could say anything, Harold pulled her hand and made her stand up. He pulled her into his arms and kissed her passionately.

"Wow," said Hope. "You're gorgeous. You don't have a wife?"

"Well..." said Harold, scratching his chin. "She doesn't really care anymore. She kinda hates me. She didn't like my financial plan. But you'll love it."

"Can I meet this wife of yours?" Hope said, a smirk growing on her face.

"Of course. It's only right that my future wife meets my ex wife."

The two walk home hand in hand, a plan growing in Hope's minnnnnddddddddd. They reached the apartment where Harold lives and walked up the steep stairs to the door. A young woman opened the door, and she blushed when she saw Hope, but remained quiet and let th two in. Harold said,

"This is my ex-wife Lena. She lives here. Cause that's normal." Lena gave a soft nod and returned to her room. Hope's eyes followed her down the hall. She turned back to Harold.

"May I go speak to her?" Hope said, a smirk growing on her face. Harold shook a grim shook and motioned towards the bedroom door. Hope smirked again. She leaned into the bedroom door and stared into Harold's deep murky brown eyes, searching for a diamond in the ruff. She finds it in Harold's greying fluff. She runs her fingers through the front of his hair and plants a kiss on his forehead.

"You can wait." Hope said, smirking once again. She sashayed down the hall, her ponytail swishing. She swung open to door to Lena's bedroom and pranced inside confidently. Lena turned and stared at Hope. She was amazed by her beauty. Lena stood up and slid over to Hope. Hope grasped Lena's hands and smiled.

"I think I'm in love with you." Hope murmured before embracing Lena in a fiery kiss. Lena brushed Hope's hair away from her cheek and leaned her forehead closer to her. Hope twirled one of Lena's hairs in her fingers.

"I think I love you too." Lena said happily. Hope felt butterflies in her stomach. Lena let out a happy giggle, and Hope laughed with her. She just knew that Lena was the one. Suddenly, Harold burst into the room. He let out an angry yell and thrust his briefcase across the room.

"Out!!!" He screamed at Hope. Lena backed into a corner, and tears filled her eyes. "I'll deal with you later Lena." Hope raced out of the house, tears streaming down her face.