We've updated our Content Guidelines.
Review the latest guidelines to keep sharing stories safely.
Where Do We Go From Here?

Where Do We Go From Here?

  • WpView
    Reads 299
  • WpVote
    Votes 7
  • WpPart
    Parts 7
WpMetadataReadOngoing42m
WpMetadataNoticeLast published Sun, Aug 18, 2013
WpInfo
Fiction
Romance
As time passes by, people change. They leave something important in your life and once you gave them you're trust, they suddenly leave you behind, crushing each and every corner that remains as your heart. Remember the game that we play with our mothers when we were children? The game where they tell you to close and open your palm? I remember. As we grow up, I learned a lesson from the silly child's play. It was to learn how to let go of the important people who leaves painful memories in your life and to hold on to the persons who are willing to relive those painful memories and changing them to a happy thought. Vanessa? She was both.
All Rights Reserved
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

  • Until I Met Her
  • Black Heart (GirlxGirl, lesbian)
  • Take Care | Channing Tatum
  • Outcasts
  • Repairing a broken heart
  • The Gods of Song and Poetry
  • Why Me? (GxG)✅
  • Realization
  • A Diamond in The Rough
  • Watching

I was never the cool girl. Never the centre of attention. Hell, the first party I ever went to was because Kheli dragged me there when I was seventeen. Oh, Kheli... Kheli was my first love. My first everything. But once we finished high school, we parted ways. My plans were very clear: go to university, have fun, go to parties, maybe fool around at some point when missing Kheli got too much for me to handle. I don't know - the typical university life you see in movies. However, it was nothing like that. I was struggling to keep up with my assignments, my classes, all the drama, the parties, Kheli, the people, Pokémon Go - everything. I couldn't keep up with any of it. And then... Eleanor Williams did what she does best. She came out of nowhere and planted herself right in the middle of my world. And like a very fucking annoying tree, she set down roots and refused to move. And then I found myself - God, kill me now - enjoying being around Eleanor Williams. I found myself watering the fucking tree even when I knew it would only make the roots grow deeper, until there was no way of pulling it out. (Yes, sometimes I make very shitty metaphors. You'll get used to it.) But just because I was, much to my dismay, enjoying Eleanor Williams's company didn't mean she wanted me around.

More details
WpActionLinkContent Guidelines