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Narrative in Monosyllables

Narrative in Monosyllables

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Louis felt guilty about admitting that she hated her life. She works like a dog at the match factory only to come home to nothing. No food and no bed. She never has a minute to even think about herself. She recalls that her mum had always worked hard too, but her mum had told her that it was only temporary. Her mum had promised her that she would eventually create a life where Louis would have it easy. She would be married to a wealthy man and she would be the perfect housewife. Except that Louis would never be the perfect housewife. She would never be the perfect anything. Because at 16, Louis ran away from home with her best friend, and she never looked back. Harry was two years younger than her. She was tall, beautiful, and an excellent cook. She was everything that Louis would never be. And Louis loved her for it. So, when Harry showed up at her doorstep sobbing because her parents were dead and her sister was missing, Louis didn't waste a second. It was a matter of weeks before the girls found themselves in this rundown boarding room working crazy hours trying to please their tyrant boss, Simon Cowell.
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I cupped her face in my hands, rubbing my thumbs in circles over her cheeks. She was having trouble finding words to describe what she felt, and I could relate. I loved her more than words could describe and telling her I loved her was almost an insult to my true feelings for her. My heart ached at just the thought of her not being with me. I honestly don't know what I would have done with myself if I had never went to that stupid party and met her. But, I have a feeling, we would have found each other, eventually. This love's too strong to ignore forever. Both of us had pieces of us missing, that neither of us were aware of until we met. We were like two puzzle pieces that finally connected. "I love you," I whispered, leaning my forehead against hers. "I love you more," she replied in a small whisper, her hand reaching up to caress my cheek while the other rested on my thigh. I shook my head, annoyed and charmed by the audacity she had to think that she could possibly love me more. "I love you most," I persisted, causing her head to moved away from mine as she looked into my eyes. "Always?" She questioned, her eyes unreadable for a moment before a flash of fear passed through. "Forever," I assured her and meaning it. We could live an entire lifetime or for eternity, and my love for her would never fade. It would only grow. There was nothing in this world that would ever change the way I loved her. My, Katarina.

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