I was out of tears by the time I left her apartment. I was staggering to find my way. The feeling in my heart can only be described as what it would feel like to be hit by a plane " and survive it. Yes, I had found the letters from him. Tears welled up as questions exited my shivering lips. Her stone stare became even more shocking. The pain on my face was obvious as the silence continued. She was fixing her hair in the mirror in the bathroom. She maintained the dead air. Nothing. My words stumbling as I tried to speak and make sense of this. Hands shaking, holding the divulging evidence. The only sound was my quivering breath and sniffling nose. The room grew cold. Her face grew hot. Yet, she still remained silent, twirling and swirling her hair with extreme concentration, as if I wasn’t there. The tense air between us built as the silence continued to intensify. Finally she mouthed the words that seemed they were well rehearsed, “I think you should leave.” " The only complete sentence I could construct was “I love you, please talk to me”. Without as much as a look, as her eyes were locked on her reflection in the mirror, she closed the bathroom door. The plane just sucked me up into the engine well.
I know there must have been something that made her blood move throughout her body, but I was sure it wasn’t a heart.
In short text, I was able to breath in his crashing emotions of her demise. I could feel his shock and pain staking force of facing a grim reality of her untruthfulness.
You have a profound way with words and you always leave me wanting to read more your work. Good job, my friend!
wow great job in showing lots of emotion! i like the style that you chose to write this in, it works well. you used some really great lines!
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laceyjane
Wow. That's harsh. I feel sorry, not for you, but with you. You conveyed the torment incredibly well. The reader can put himself in your shoes...which really bites. But to be able to communicate to your audience that well is a very good thing for a writer. Great job.
Woa, cold. True story, eh? Did someone do that to you? oomg I shudder to think about what that must feel like...cheatin SUCKSssssssssss. But this as a piece was very well-written. You always have awesome detail :P.
Kudos :],
Lizz
P.S. I agree with the chicky below. Keep 'em coming!
If this is a true story, I hope it never happens to me. But what am I saying: it HAS happened to me before. Though unlike what's on your character, mine at the time was murder.
Your work has the feel of a short story, though I would recommend that you split it into paragraphs so make to make it more interesting. And that last line sure adds a touch of spice to the heartbreaking tale. (Opps, got to go right now. The cops are at my door, asking of my dead girlfriend. A good thing I've long gotten rid of the hatchet).
Wow... the ending did it for me. Very harsh and cutting words, but completely justified. I love how the words were like a snapshot of your heart and the situation. This was beautifully done.
There are some really beautiful people on this site that I am glad to have met! So many have crossed my heart...
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