Like The Wind

Like The Wind

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With his voice lowered and his tone softened, he stood up and walked over to me. He tried to put his arms around me, but I flinched away. " Please DON'T touch me...I think you've already touched me enough" I whispered with tears brimming in my eyes. "Is that what this is all about?" he asked " We...we talked about that...and how that...that was just an accident. I'm...I'm sorry that happened. We're still friends!" he assured with a nervous smile, reaching out to put a hand on my shoulder. I didn't want him to touch me, I didn't want any of this to be happening. How did everything turn so bad so fast. I wish I could simply go back to the way things used to be. I wanted to runaway , to just dissapear into the night. I wanted to be gone, gone Like the Wind.
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"Don't you see now why we can't be together?" I whispered at the crazy boy in front of me. "Aren't you repulsed by me? Disgusted? Dis interested? Can't you just tear my heart out and leave like any other normal teenage boy?" My voice cracked. He simply shook his head. "Sweetheart, I thought I made it clear from the first time I said it," He paused, "I. Like. You." He emphasized every word, and I gaped at him. "Hell of a lot, actually, so it'd be great if you stopped being salty and liked me back." "Don't you get it?" I whispered unbelievingly, "After all that, and you still don't get why I can't be with you?" He seemed relaxed, calm. Too calm for this situation. "My life doesn't involve a guy like you, Nathan. Never did. You're not my knight in shinning armor, and you aren't going to save me. This is reality, the real world. And the real world doesn't have happy endings." ---- To me, there's are six different types of crying. One; The Breakdown. Two; The Longing. Three; The Hysterical. Four; The Broken. Five; The Happy. Six; The Inevitable." ---- This short story is very depressing, I'm warning you now. It may trigger memories, or depression symptoms.

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