Dipsomaniac

Dipsomaniac

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Previously known as Counting Stars... *** “If your love was his cure then why didn’t it work?” I take a good look at James, at his jet black hair that is covering his sweaty forehead, I take a good look at those kissable lips of his- the lips that only ever spoke a sweet melody- mainly though, I notice that James- he's still unconscious on the bed, and I realize that I can't save him anymore. Because in the end, he doesn't love me as much as he loves his bottle of whisky. “Just because my love didn't work doesn't mean I'll give up. I'll be with him every step of the way. He needs his bottle and I need him. So I'll join him in his addiction. I'll make his addiction mine so this way we both can be happy." I love him too much to let him go. So if he can't save himself and get himself out of this mess then I'm more than willing to go down with him. "If this poison is his first love, then I’ll accept it too. I’ll stagger along with him and then perhaps find him at some point and at that point he’ll come and say “Arielle, I’m tired now” and then I’ll tell him, “Come, James let’s go home.” And he’ll come back. He'll definitely come back. *** Short Story #256 // 07.05.2014 (before when it was under short-story) Romance #846 // 07.06.2014
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"I'm not okay!" I yelled at him. "Okay?! I'm not okay." My chest rose up and down as I breathed heavily. It had been years since I had a break down, and I wasn't going to have one right now. "It's okay not to be okay," he whispered, walking closer to me. He caressed my cheek, trying to sooth me. I stared at him, pain filled my eyes. I was trying hard not to cry. I couldn't cry. That's not what I did. "It's okay to cry," he comforted. His eyes stared so hard into mine I felt like he was seeing into my soul. "Crying shows weakness, and I'm not weak," I told him, swallowing hard. "Sometimes crying is the strongest thing you can do. It just shows everyone else that you're just as human as they are." And right then and there I started sobbing. I had lost all control of my emotions, I cried like I hadn't since I was little. All those times I didn't cry when I wanted to poured out now. The walls I spent so long building to make them unbreakable, broke. Alana finds a thick orange envelope in her mailbox one day. No return address, no stamp or postage mark and it's not even addressed to her. Someone had just dropped the letter off in her mailbox. The only thing written on this envelope is "You might need this... or not." Alana takes it inside and begins to read the life story of a complete stranger. The life story of someone trying to find their place in this big scary world. © Somethingtrue 2013. All rights reserved.

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