Conflicted Love

Preface

( In case you were wondering what you're about to jump into. This is a little example of my writing. This book starts at the end. You'll see how they both got to where they are, what troubles they faced, hardships endured. I am making this as realistic as possible. So I hope you enjoy! )

"And all of the sudden, I felt really tired, like the world has drained me of everything I had."

It's cold outside. I can hear the snow crunch beneath my boots as I walk. My nose is red, and my hands are frozen shut. Everytime I exhale, the air drops straight to the ground. I can't really complain, it's Detroit. It's what you get in the middle of January. It's always frigid here. As I keep on walking, I distract myself from my thoughts. There's not much around here. A few bare trees. Leaves lone gone. Buried under blankets of snow. For the past three years, I've been coming here. I listen to the rhythm of my heartbeat. It aches. I often ask myself what brings me back. I never can come up with a valid answer. Part of my mind tells me it's because you were hurting, but never once did you give up on me. Another part says I should feel guilty. I wish I could make everything that had happened disappear. I'd give anything to have you back in my arms again. As I start to find you, I clutch the rose to my hand. I've done this three times, each time, it gets better, but there's still that nervousness inside. As I walk up to you, tears start to form. I place the rose down. Memories flood in. It doesn't get any easier. I kneel down, and sob. I sob loudly. Nobody can hear me but you. The tears roll down my cheeks. I stare at the rose. A rose is nothing without thorns. Our love was something beautiful. Eventually, our hearts were pierced open by thorns. It came at us like thousands of knives stabbing into you. All of our promises, and 'I love you's' came pouring out. Leaving us in utter silence and emptiness. It wasn't unexpected. Year by year, our love grew weaker. Year by year, a little bit of our flame died down. Like someone pouring ice cold water onto our Love. I remember that night. The broken flowered vase so carefully crafted, Watching it being thrown Against the wall out of frustration and anger. I remember the broken glass from the antique plates. We were both drunk. Screaming at each other. I didn't mean for it to end like this. That night, our love, our flame had died. And as it died, so did you.