I Promise, I Swear

I Promise, I Swear

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"I can't promise that things won't be broken, but I swear that I'll never leave." "The difference between promises and memories is that we break promises, whereas memories, they break us." *** A promise is an extremely bold statement of strong declaration. It's like a word of honour, a hundred percent guarantee or assurance, an oath that said thing will happen. It's something that many people make but few people keep. It occurs every day in our lives. This, for instance, was one of them. *** This is a story about a boy named Arden Flinskey, and a girl named Katie Jons. Two messed up kids. And if that makes you curious, do carry on. Both Arden and Katie do have differences. One of them being their past. Their background. However, they do have some things in common. They are both messed up in the head. They don't know where they want to go in life. And neither knows what they are doing. But one of the things that is in common, so intriguing that it drew them both, is their lives. They both live on promises. Promises they wish to keep. Promises they want to fulfill. But what if they are stuck in a situation where they find themselves hardly able to cope with keeping to their word? After all, promises are meant to be broken, right? I don't know. Well, it is in this story that you'll see how magic unfolds through words, when the two of them meet, and even as they struggle to keep what they once said they'll never, ever break. I believe, humans are fragile pieces made up of broken hearts and some broken promises. *** A/N: This book might not be at it's best, as it's my first time attempting to write one. I mean, I've written short stories before, but yeah. Not a whole book. But I'll try to edit it. Please give it a chance, if you're kind enough! Thank you! :) - E.C. xx
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Dear You, This story is about longing. This story is about two people who weren't supposed to collide came together. This story is about the tryst with destiny. What happens when despite all the words that are bestowed, everything was left unsaid. What happens when despite all the trust bestowed, hope was gone? This story is the shortest ballad written down in the longest time. Trying to delay as much as one could bottle up just to avoid the pages turning. It's about the relationship that faded away but just when the memories began to fade someone found the oldest trick in the book, to write. This story is about all the letters that were returned unread, sent to an address which no longer could be found. It's about how two people who meet on a staircase try to embrace each other's true self behind the veil. Relations are always imbalanced and that's the truth that no one talks about, at least on paper. You are told that in relation two must be equal for it to suffice but the truth is that in those relations that suffice there is always one who does more. Then the other person tries to make effort but fails. And when they both stop they become who they were all along; strangers. This wouldn't be like a story that will catch you off guard or knock you off your feet. But by the time you are done, you will be left with compassion and feeling what was felt by him and her, in all the real sense. With the words which are to be savored, and with the gaps to be swallowed too as raw as they are meant to be. She had flowers in her hair and demons in her head. He had cigarettes in his hand, yeah that's all he really had. Sometimes things happen slowly, eventually, gradually yet suddenly for you to realize that it's all over before it ever had a chance to begin and like the time all those moments that pass, the stories usually go and come around where it all started. Sincerely, The guy who wrote what was unsaid.

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