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1. Last letter
It was summer, July 17. It was sunny warm day, but it didn’t make her happy even a bit, she couldn’t stop thinking about him. Oh, how much she wishes she could take back what happened, but she can’t. Everything is so sad around her; even sun is shining with its own sadness. She just talked to her friend, who is also friend of him. He told her that he talked with him… What he told her wasn’t very bright; it made her even more hopeless and upset. Her loved one didn’t want to talk about her, nor what happened, in fact, he yelled at his friend for bringing up the topic of her, he said it makes him feel like shit cause it is how she made him feel, he said to never mention her name again. It felt like someone just stabbed her in her heart and twisted the knife. Hope was fading away like a mist. She said everything to this friend: how she feels, how much she want her love back, how she can’t live without him and doesn’t want to. She said her last words “ well, I made him feel like shit he said… I guess we’re even, cause he made me feel the same way…” and sends it, but to her horror she sees that she sent it not to friend but to her loved one. God help! It was like a strike of rocket by her building. He responded “ … what?” on what she said “oops, wrong window, sorry”, but his answer wasn’t that positive, in fact, it was probably one of the worst that she would think of “ yeah right. Whatever. Peace”. He just took it in the worst way possible, he knew it was about him, and she couldn’t help it because make up the story wasn’t a good idea and she didn’t want to lie, she never did. She wrote him few more messages where she said that she’s sorry for that message and that she was talking to someone else, but he never replied… She couldn’t find her place, she felt like all her hopes and dreams to get him back, to work things out just fell apart. She felt like leaving her life, but somewhere in her hear there was small hope for the better… And besides, she didn’t want to go to Hell for suicide and she didn’t want to give pain to her parents, she loved them, and didn’t want to hurt them, they didn’t do anything, they always tried to do best for her, so she couldn’t do that to them. She just was asking God to take her life away if there is nothing for her and him left… She already wrote a letter for her loved one just in case she dies. Now it’s up to her…Рубрики: | ~Истории о любви *грустные*~ ~МоЯ ИсториЯ~ |
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