Before You Say Goodbye

Before You Say Goodbye

  • WpView
    Reads 1,161
  • WpVote
    Votes 975
  • WpPart
    Parts 58
WpMetadataReadComplete Tue, Mar 21, 202315h 11m
Dear Diary, I was sixteen years old when life as I knew it, turned a one-eighty. I was sixteen years old when I met him. With his curly brown hair, his harsh, cold eyes, people thought he was bad news, but I knew he wasn't that - at least he wasn't just that. He was indescribable. All the words in all the languages of the world couldn't possibly describe all that he was. So I chose that one word that made sense to me when someone asked me to describe him - indescribable. Wherever he went, he brought with him an air of trouble and something so mysterious that I couldn't help be curious. He taught me to love, to live and to laugh. He taught me who my friends were, and most importantly who weren't. He made me see the world through a new pair of eyes - his. His broken heart was mine to love. And I loved it with all of mine. Until I couldn't love him at all. One mistake, one secret, one lie cost us everything. And the most painful part of it all was, he didn't seem to regret it at all. I'm Adeline Kingsley and this is my story.
All Rights Reserved
#80
adelaide
WpChevronRight
Join the largest storytelling communityGet personalized story recommendations, save your favourites to your library, and comment and vote to grow your community.
Illustration

You may also like

  • Love or Lust?
  • You're It for me
  • Hidden
  • Shattered
  • For Me
  • Virgin
  • Hidden Hearts | short story
  • Childhood Sweethearts
  • Forever Mine: Her First And Last Love
  • Chances Of Truth ☑️

Shanté: You were in her room, Jonathan! Jonathan: Ok, ok, I understand that but- Shanté: No, just shut up, ok! You hurt me. Badly. And- Jonathan: You hurt me too, Shanté. Quit playing victim all the damn time. Shanté: Well then I guess we shouldn't be together. We shouldn't talk, we shouldn't text, we shouldn't anything. We just might hurt each other again. He tears up which causes me to tear up. I let my tears run down my face & he continues to fight his tears but there's one that's at the literal edge of his eye waiting to be free Jonathan: ...but we're in love. Shanté: Well we're just going to have to be in love from afar. Jonathan: Shanté, I JUST got you back. Please. I can't...I can't lose you again. The tear that was on the edge of his eye finally drops & another falls out the other. I look into the eyes I once fell in love with & force myself to say Shanté: ...I can't do this anymore. *leaves* 🚨🚨🚨🚨Cuss words, sexual content, & n-word use🚨🚨🚨🚨 -I posted this story last year but decided to make a couple of changes🙂- Ps - Every character in this story is black EXCEPT for Elizabeth😗✌️

More details
WpActionLinkContent Guidelines