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Write a scene where a character confesses their (unreturned) love for another.
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I ran.
All I could think about was
_Her._
Everything felt slow.
My legs moving through molasses.
Running at everything I’ve ever cared about,
Watching it slip through my fingers as the storm that is my life pushed the things I loved farther and farther away. Sand in an hourglass seeping through the cracks of my slintering heart.
The cold sunk into my bones. The rain left an icy trail running down...
“I‘ve always loved you! I always did what you wanted!“ i scream out while sobbing. I did it all for him. For the man with those ocean blue eyes. For these eyes behind those thick glasses which always made them seem more blue. I should have known those eyes were being manipulative. He takes one hand under my chin and lifts it up. Normally it would have seemed romantic, maybe even caring but this wa...
(TW: Has mental hospitals and SH.)
“Okay. I’m just going to go over there and tell him how I feel.” I say.
I repeat this over and over again until the words start to mix in my head.
“Okay. Just I’m going to there over and tell him feel I…wait what?”
I stop pacing and look out of my hospital window to see Jax pass by. I’ve been stuck in this mental hospital for the last 2 weeks and the only goo...
“I don’t know how to stop loving you,” she said, as she locked her eyes into mine.
“Just stop,” I said sharply and with no following statements.
“You think it’s easy, each night when my eyes close and my body relaxes, you are the only thing keeping me awake, and when I finally get a chance to sleep, I dream of you, and it’s torture. Not having you close makes my whole life senseless and painfu...
“I told her.”
They all look up as we see a drenched Paul walking in from the storm.
“No you didn’t!?” Emily screams in disbelief, running from the kitchen to get the details.
“I told her and she told me we could never be. It would never work. We’re just friends.” Tears being masked by the droplets of rain falling down Paul’s face.
“Damn dude, that’s fuckin rough.” Mikey says as walking over...
Hot stings of pain slash at my cheeks. My hands unsteadily hold a neatly folded piece of paper. I trace my fingers over the smooth edges calming my mind.
Inhaling the smell of wild flowers and warm grass I wait patiently for Sunny. My childhood friend.
The grass green and wild thrashes in the wind. I take another deep breath and try my best to keep my legs from shaking.
I have always had a crus...
Her hips were swinging with the beat that flowed through this strange piece of beauty. Her timing was just slightly off but she didn’t care. Her stockings were ripped but could have been on purpose. Her black tank top was hidden beneath a blue fishnet top that went up her arms. She had adorned her wrists with to many bracelets that clicked together. This human didn’t seem to care for a dance party...
To think, I was so confident when I left my house this morning.
Boy oh boy, if past me saw me now, he woulda stayed in bed. For like, the next twelve years until we had a proper glow up.
But here we are- here I am? Now I was just confusing myself. I hope my hair looks okay.
The obscure diner had been a regular of ours for a long time. I always ordered a grape soda. She always had a sparkling ...
Stars littered the inky black as a cloudless night smudged across the sky. James twisted a long strand of grass around his index finger, his mind seemingly clouded with thought. Regulus peered over, eyebrows furrowed.
“Is there something on your mind, James?” Regulus questions, heavy french accent flicking off on each word. He crooked a brow and carded his fingers onto the grass near James’. Jam...
“I love you Arlene!” He shouts, his voice breaking. The words rise to the vaulted ceilings and dance around the ornate, gray walls.
Arlene stands, a mere five feet from him, arms crossed over her chest. She regards him with a reserved look of bemusement.
“Dammit!” His hands clench in tight fights, falling to his waist, helpless. His voice catches and one hand flies up to his face, wiping quick...
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