Bridges, Books, and Broken Hearts

Complicated love. ~MuahKissKiss.

The large book fell in the water with a seemingly carless toss over the railing. He stood on the red bridge, looking down satisfied with his impulsive action.

"T-that was my book, you just killed my book. I hate you, b*****d. Why would you do that to my book?" she screamed which eventually turned into a whisper that veiled the break in her voice or how hard she fought the tears back. She shook him roughly, tried to make eye contact, although he aimed to avoid hers.

Because you never discern my thoughts or realize they are only of you.

Because hiding in your books won't fix anything.

Because you don't know that I love you?

Because I don't matter do I?

There was no answer, only silence. In which he subsequently found himself soaked head to toe, in the pond; underneath the red bridge she loved so much, more then him he was sure. She stomped away angrily, yelling insults back at him every few steps, and trying not to cry over, not the loss of her book, but the loss of him. This was the first time in his life he sure he was never able to smile.

Reviews

[Holly Mason]

this book can represent so much in this piece-it maybe you it maybe a book but either way this book is associated with you and how you perceive this relationship
killed a book broke a heart realization is not always so pretty
this is written wonderfully-so vivid I truly enjoyed
thank you for sharing