Really Great Together

High School drama, and yet more rejection. (This isn't real, by the way. It's one of my bastardized bits of writing where I take things from my life and present them in a different context.)

 

“I used to think we’d be really great together” he said, in black and white. “Doesn’t look like it anymore.” It was all spelled out in front of me, but there were so many different meanings to that first sentence, or actually, to that phrase: really great together. As what?

I didn’t understand it. Great friends, lovers, partners, philosophers, mental ward patients, writers, what?! At that moment, the words had meant “lovers” to me, but now I’m not sure what he meant. Are first impressions always right?

How could he have known? Somehow, he’d known those three little words would torment me. Had he understood why the argument began in the first place, he would have swallowed those syllables in their purest form; restraint.

“I was jealous of the world” I wrote in black and white, after I’d left. “And I unleashed her onto you.” I’d lost my equality to him, lost my sanity and had been made to overcome the misconception that we were alike when it happened. It severed any hope of anything in my heart; I tried to suppress it, but hope has a way of living there (in the heart) whether it’s wanted or not. My hope left when he kissed her.

Reviews

[Mark D. Chevalier]

Betrayal...what a dark thing it is. I really like the part about hope living in the heart whether we want it or not. I think it's true of writers in particular because all we have to cling to most often, is hope.
A stunning piece! Short, direct, and emotionally charged.
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[mick weller]

Awww...
Great - I feel a stronger character there in the closing paragraph

'hope has a way of living there (in the heart) whether it's wanted or not' - profound!
I shall adopt it as my 'thought for the day'...
thank you for that