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| kate (profile) wrote, on 8-19-2003 at 5:07pm | |
| It was a windy night. Not too cold. The stars were hidden by the gloom of dark clouds. She sat on the bench waiting patiently. The words played over and over in her head, uncertain of which ones to use. She heard the crunching of autumn leaves and looked up. There he was, leisurely making his way toward her, the darkness revealing him slowly. He stopped in front of her and she stood up to face him. Taking his hand, she looked in his eyes. "I'm sorry. I love him," she spoke and looked down. After a moment she looked up at his expressionless face. He leaned forward, whisered in her ear, "I still love you," and kissed her cheek. He then turned back the way he came and left her at the dark street as the night seemed to grow darker. She stood for several minutes, staring after him until he was no longer visable. She turned the opposite direction and made her way home. It was a week later. She lay in the arms of her love. The phone rang and she answered it. He was at the hospital. He was dying. "We have to go see him," she tells her love. Lying on his deathbed, he stared at her at his side. Her love standing next to her. He felt deep abhoration for that man. He hated that his enemy could see him in his weakest state. Pain coursed through his body and tears streamed from his face. He grabbed her hand and held it tight as he took his last gasping breaths. "Please.." he breathed, "kiss me one last time." She bent over and kissed him gently. She felt the life leave him as her lips did. |
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DartHaVoK | 08-19-03 9:06pm thats a good story....almost made me cry(i dont cry) hehehe |
Neilee-boo | 08-19-03 9:10pm Is this story based on some true facts...? |
kate | Re:, 08-19-03 10:03pm Slightly. They inspired it. |
skife | 08-19-03 11:13pm congrats kate
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