Eternal_Kate все записи автора It just wasn't ment to be...

She was sitting on her bed and looking out at the rain with empty eyes. Her heart was broken again, life didn’t seem to have a meaning anymore, she didn’t know anything anymore, nothing made sense, it was the end… She didn’t want to live anymore. And now it’s been three and a half weeks they didn’t see each other nor talked over some stupid silly things he didn’t talk to her about and didn’t understand, whenever she asked he would get frustrated and rude telling her that it’s none of her business… after a year and two month being together… It’s been 5 days how she came back from other country where she tried to take time off all problems and pressure, well, it didn’t happened, she couldn’t stop thinking about him and his words, about everything that have been between… Life didn’t make sense anymore. She wanted to cry, but there were no more tears to cry with, her eyes were hurting from these salty tears that wouldn’t stop dropping down her chicks for past week and a half. Her stomach stopped already hurting from absence of food; it just wouldn’t take anything in except water. She lost her appetite a long time ago, when she had last conversation with him on the phone; she lost her sleep, she would wake up early in the morning because her heart would be worrying and hurting. Memories of those times when they were still together, when he would hold her, tell her how he loves her and that she is the best thing that ever happened to him, those times when she would feel him, his lips, look into his eyes and see love, be in his arms and wish that it would never end, not again… She misses him so much now that she can’t think of anything else; she doesn’t feel like doing anything anymore, she misses his touch, his lips, eyes, arms, kisses, and those sweet words… For some reason she can’t remember much of bad and unpleasant things that took place in their relationship, only last weeks… She lost all faith in love and happiness without him, she just can’t live without him, nor she wants to… She wishes he would understand her, what she said, why she did some things or said some things; she wishes for a miracle, for a light at the end of the tunnel, for a little sunshine on her, but it’s raining and raining, and it wouldn’t stop even for a minute… Music, that plays in dynamics seem somewhere far away, everything reminds her of him, of what used to be, of them together… She doesn’t want to accept that fact that this is it, the end, she still wants to believe that there is something good wait her, it is him, and they are going to be together one day again and happy. But rain wouldn’t stop…

It’s 3 pm; she was up since 8 am. Suddenly she hears familiar melody – it is him, he called her phone. She doesn’t know what to think, should she be happy or not, she scared… And finally she heard familiar and so sweet voice, he said that he missed her all this time and how much he wouldn’t try, he could’t forget her, he just can’t live without her, and that he wants to see her. She was so happy that she couldn’t say anything for a few minutes, all she could say was “I’ll come over. I missed you so much”.

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It’s been two hours how she left home, but still she wasn’t here; it takes max 1 hour to get to his place, he called her like 5 times, but she wasn’t answering, he already smoked more than half of his pack, something wasn’t right. Is she coming? May be she doesn’t want to see me, but she said she misses me? Why wouldn’t she pick up her phone, or say that she’s not coming? He was worrying. It was already 2.5 hours she wasn’t there. He took his jacket and went out to get another pack of cigarettes. As he was getting closer to the store, he saw many cop cars and the road was closed, his heart fell down at the moment. It can’t be. NO! It’s not that! No Way! He started to get more detailed picture, as he was getting closer to the place; it was an accident involving something very bad.

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She was so excited to see him again, so happy that he loves her and missed her, she was hurrying to see him. It still was raining. Just needed to cross the street.
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The driver was so drunk that he couldn’t muck up anything of the road; he didn’t even stop on the red light…

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She was so beautiful in that white dress, so innocent, so piesefull... Now she's happy


P.S. Я написала ету историю с себя, вот только он мне не звонил, а я не умерла (а если честно, ето мне кажется красивая, но грустная история о любви)