Czerwona Metafora

Czerwona Metafora

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'Jest sobotnie popołudnie. Powinnam szykować się teraz na jakąś imprezę, albo uczyć się na testy, ale wolę spędzać ten czas samotnie. Dlatego właśnie stoję za ladą i marnuję czas, nie spodziewając się żadnych klientów do końca dnia..' Shirley jest introwertyczną dziewczyną, zbuntowaną przeciw światu. Nie jest taka jak inni i z tego powodu czuje się odtrącona. Kiedy spotyka wyśmiewanego przez wszystkich chłopaka, początkowo czuje nad nim przewagę, ale z czasem zaczyna rozumieć że chłopak jest wyjątkowy i równie samotny co ona.. wtedy okazuje się, że czerwony to tylko kolor metafory. 'Czerwona metafora' to opowieść o bólu i stracie, ale to również dowód na to, że miłość daje czasem ukojenie i jest lekarstwem. Każdy jednak musi liczyć się z tym, że i lekarstwo kiedyś zawodzi..
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I didn't ask to be born into this world, none of us did but we make the best of it. I'm a twenty-five year old single man. Why you may ask? Because I've seen what love can do to a person. It can destroy them. My parent's are amazing but I can still remember the time's my father threatened to kill my mother, left us due to his mental illness. Besides who needs one main women when I can have a different one under me every night, money to blow and fast cars. I'm just enjoying my time until I take my Papes place at the throne. Most nights are spent living it up with my cousins who are my only friends. However there is the one girl that has caught my eye and I don't know why. I first spotted her at a random coffee house I stepped into. Usually I'm very talkative especially when I'm trying to snag a chic but I couldn't utter a word to her. I barely managed to place my order. Now, I find myself going out of my way to stop by that coffee shop everyday. It doesn't matter that it's out of my way. The only thing that matters is that I see her. I knew I could take her if I really wanted to but I can't make myself to do it. She sees me enter and shoots me that amazing smile and prepares my order without even asking what I want, she knows. She'll offer a greeting but all I can do is nod my head. She makes me lose my word's. Deep in my mind I wonder if she could be the one that could change my mind on love and that scares me. For now I'm satisfied at seeing her for the few minutes it takes to get my coffee. Besides I'm a killer, a future mob king and she's this delicate flower that wouldn't understand my world. It's best to cut my loses and move on. If only I knew her name..

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