PrologueA Chapter by CarlyThis Prologue is sad and mysterious. Im stuck so I will listen too any ideas you have for the next part of the book.His eyes flickered with sadness, regret, and love all at the same time. He is almost sheding tears, right here, in front of me. He never cried in public. I should of and would of felt felt bad, but he deserved it. He broke promises, he broke his family and friends, and he broke his life. His lightly watered eyes changed into hysteric bursts of tears. His body moved with the sobs full of regret. His hands are pressed together and hes telling me that hes sorry and that he knows hes wrong and he will miss me- all of which are said between sobs. I have no responce but to step forward and push my lips onto his because I know he will die tonight and I love him. He kisses me back, knowing and thinking the same thing. My lips crush his with intensity while his hold their own shape, which was odd because he usually followed my movements, but now its the exact oppisite. I pull away and take a deep breath. His forehead is damp with sweat. His light brown hair started to fall over his deep green eyes, but he quickly moved them, revealing more beads of sweat. It was dark, black almost, but lights came from police cars and ambulances and some far away street lamps. With the faint light, I can see his epression was still scared and regretful. Behind him, I can hear sirens and see emergency cars. People are screaming and there were fires, disasters, and cahos. A police siren was getting closer and closer, maybey twenty feet away, and then I heard a door slam shut. A shot came from the area by the police car, and he fell with a slight smile. It was very... gallant. I bent down and pressed my lips to his cheek, leaving several shed tears and a dark red lip mark. "I love you, Jack Smith." © 2010 CarlyAuthor's Note
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4 Reviews Added on August 4, 2010 Last Updated on August 4, 2010 AuthorCarlyMNAboutI love to write. I mostly write poems because they are my favorite to read. They are descriptive and just great influences. Most of my poems are influenced or inspired by other people but some i just .. more..Writing
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