Elizabeth - OneA Story by Rachel ManePeter had to choose if he would stay or leave Elizabeth.If I leave today, I thought, then I won't be able to see her tomorrow. It was the mistake I would regret for the rest of my life. Suddenly, I found myself sitting on the bench and staring at the ground. There was nothing more dreadful than to choose between my future or my future with Elizabeth. My heart raced in my chest as I thought about her and how she loved me so dearly these past couple of years.
"Peter," I heard a voice call. I looked up to see Elizabeth standing before me, her hands gripping onto my last suitcase. She was such a goddess in my eyes. Beautiful brown curls that stretched down her back and over her shoulders. Blissful blue eyes that seek for my gaze, and a voice that the heavens have spend extra time on doing. A goddess stood before me, pleading for me to stay. It was that horrible feeling again. My stomach burned, throat ached, and head began to throb. "Don't do this to me, Liz," I whispered, staring down at the floor once more. The clouds began to darken, sun slowly disappearing. Elizabeth moved next to me, placing the suitcase by her side. "I can't watch you go without saying good-bye, Peter." She placed her shaking hand over mine. "I love you." Those three devil words was what made me in this mess in the first place. I had to go back, and I knew it! However, I loved Elizabeth too much to back down now. My eyes began to sting with water. My future began to grow more without Elizabeth, I realized. She betrayed me, and yet, I still loved her. "I'm sorry, darling." It was meant to be that I go back to the university. "But my future lies without you." It was then the bus came and I grasped all my belongings. Elizabeth gasped, reached out for me, but I left her. She began to sob and cried out my name. My life went blank, body stone, and I couldn't believe what I just done. © 2011 Rachel ManeAuthor's Note
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1 Review Added on June 19, 2011 Last Updated on June 19, 2011 AuthorRachel ManeAboutYou're staring at this screen wondering what can you get out of me. What should I tell the world? That I am a young, talented girl that deserves a chance in the writing world? Tough luck. I'm just wha.. more..Writing
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