Please, Stay.
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Last published Sun, Jul 1, 2018
William Anderson and Elizabeth Collins. Those are the names that were part of all rumors in town, the two people anyone knew and the boy and girl everyone stayed away from. You would stay away from him because he was bad, very bad and you would stay from her because you knew he wouldn't let you near what was his. They once loved, yet nothing lasts forever so what happens when her world collapsed by the touch of his?
"I love you. You aren't leaving, I won't let you." His voice was low and dark, depressive to be exact. The way he whispered into my ear sent chills down my spine and the way his strong arms surrounded me was something I would miss, yet I couldn't go back now. I had to do it, I had no choice.
"William, how can you say you won't let me go, when you already did?" My voice broke and I could feel the urge to let the tears drip down my cheeks, but I had to be strong, even if I never was.
"Please El... I beg of you, stay. Please stay." I knew how hard he was trying to hold back his tears and how bad he wanted forgiveness. I could see in his eyes that he knew he had hurt me.
"Goodbye Will" I whispered as I entered the car without looking back. I wanted to, yet I didn't because I knew what I would see would break me more than I already was. And that was it. The car started moving and the place that was once everything to me, started disappearing from my sight.
I still loved him, I truly did but I was done.
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