STORY STARTER
“I’ve never met anyone like you before!”
“You should be grateful for that.”
Write a story that contains this section of dialogue. Think about who your characters are, and the nature of this exchange.
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I watched as Alaric Passed back and forth in front of the fire place, he was worried, Anxious, it looked as if the gears in his head where turning at a million miles per hour, trying to think of a way to explain what happened. What I saw. There was no physical way a man could have moved with such speed or have the strength that he did. I would be lying if I said I wasn’t freaked out, okay I was more then freaked out but I wasn’t scared per say. “Alaric-“ was all I could stutter out, he looked at me but not in the eye, I walked up to him,. “I think you should return to America-“ he says stopping me in my tracks. Go back? The fuck?! “What?! No, this is my astate just as much as it is yours” I say arguing with him, crossing my arms. “It is not safe, for you to live with me, I do not want you around me.” He says trying to hold a cold deminor. “No. I will not go. Not even a hour ago you told me you loved me, and being without me is like the moon losing its sun and now because I have seen something.. I’m not even sure of what it was I saw, you want me to leave?” I retort, my voice was raising by the second, I was outraged, how can a man go from professing his love for someone to asking her to move a ocean away. He closes the distance a little “yes. Trust me, once you see what I must do. What I have done, what I’m capable. You will fear me, and I can not bear to see fear in yours eyes because of me”, there’s a sad but still distant coldness in his voice as he speaks,
“Alaric, whatever it is you can tell me, I will be here for you, you make me feel a way i have not in.. years, *I have never met anyone like you before*, I say reaching for his hand before he pulls away, turning his back to me,
“You should be greatfull for that” he retorts coldly, my heart aches in my chest,
“Ala-“ I bigin before he cuts me off “I will have Mari pack your belongings, there should be a flight that leaves for America tomorrow” he says still with his back to me looking down at the fire, his arms crossed, I did not even have words to say to him right now I was, hurt.. all I could do was just walk to my room and shut the door, sitting on my bed and staring up at the ceiling.. how could I be so foolish to think- well I don’t even know what I was thinking.