Clear (Part 2)A Story by Alisha Martinpart 2I want to believe that there is real remorse in your voice. I want it to be a year and a half earlier. I want to smile again. But I don't believe, and it's only now, and I can't smile. "Stop." I whisper. My voice is so weak. Your hands hold mine tighter. "Stop." I say again. You don't move. "Has...to...Stop." It's hard to make sentences. It hurts. "B.G..." I begin to crumble, the wind starts to whisk me away. I try and pull my hands away, at least I think I do. I can't tell the difference between doing and thinking anymore. Anyway, my hands don't move. I bite my lip, feeling the familiar cracked surface. Oh. No, no no." Your finger-tips are under my eyes again. You spread the wetness across my cheeks. I take this opportunity. I stand up.
and I walk home. Alone. Without you. © 2010 Alisha MartinAuthor's Note
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