She had been gone for two hours, in time she had been gone I had set are bedroom in a beautiful soft candle lit lighting and red rose petals covered bed.
With a note.
"My love, words can not express my absolute regret for what I have said, I will do everything I can to earn your forgiveness. So I will start with a romantic night..."
Placing the bottle of Her favourite champagne down on some ice in a metal bucket, I thought..
I thought about the harshness of my words and that I wish I could go back in time quick enough to tell myself to calm down..
(Home phone rings)
Quickly I rush to the phone picking it up.
"Hello?"
Man: "Yess hello, your love is here and is overly drunk. come and get her."
"Your address?"
Man: "2749 tiffton road."
Putting the phone down quickly I get my keys and race to her location.
"My Love! My Love!?" I yell over the banging music until I burst threw a door everyone was pointing to.
Standing in front of me was by love and my heart settled before...A bucket of blood was hearled all over me, covering my head to toe with the room blasting with hatful laughs and taughts.
Screaming out, I ran out hoping my love was following me.
Stopping at my car I turn to be faced with her laughing and joining the rest in hatful yells and bickering.
Tears flood my eyes and I open my car door looking at my love.
"Come with me...p-please" I plead and her laughs turn even more hatful and she throws a can at me. Connecting with my cheek tearing with a small stream of red.
"Fuck off dike!" She smirks evilly as I whimper in pain, internally and externally.
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Life's illusions
عشوائيThis is just a collection of emotions turned to words, weather they are anger, saddness, jealousy, hatred, happiness or even love. Comment to satisfy my curiosity.
