A wasted memoryA Story by Carissa Marie
She waits in vain for him to arrive. He didn't tell her that he'll actually come, but then again there's nothing wrong with waiting. It has been 2 hours now. She remembers as she asked him to see her at their usual place. She had a surprise for him. As her patience starts to deplete, she saw him walking towards her. Her face lights up as she danced inside with triumph.
"He came! He really came!" she thought. She suppressed her smile. being careful not to show him just how happy she was and scaring him off. She doesn't want him to know just how much she loves him for she's scared he'll go away. "Finally. I was afraid you'd never come" she started to say. He was standing right in front of her when he told her, "we need to talk" with sadness in his voice. Her inner happiness starts to fade as she hears his voice. "Why so sad? What's wrong?" She wondered. He led her to a more private place as he breaks his news. "We need to stop this" he said. Tears were starting to form in her eyes. "Why? Why now?" was all she could say. "I don't love you. Not anymore" he replied. She just nodded and turned around, not facing him. Not wanting to let him see her break down. Her tears started to flow freely now. "Okay" she said when she managed to find her voice. "Goodbye" he said as he started to walk away. She was left standing there. Unable to move. Paralyzed. Unable to believe what just happened. In a blink of an eye everything was over. It was over. Even before she was prepared to say goodbye. No warnings. No nothing. She breathed deeply and started running away. Away from the dream she once lived. The dream that turned into a nightmare. Leaving everything behind. Leaving her scattered heart behind. Leaving what just happened to become a wasted memory.
© 2013 Carissa MarieAuthor's Note
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3 Reviews Added on February 13, 2013 Last Updated on June 28, 2013 AuthorCarissa MarieAbout21. Female. AB Journalism. Philippines. :) Introvert. Weird. Over-thinker. Music lover. Bookworm. Frustrated Artist. Writing is my therapy. "Let my words be your own form of immortality" .. more..Writing
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