What Lies in My Past
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What Happened That Night
Instead, I spoke of my love for him. I spoke of how he will continue to exist and be a part of our lives until the rest of us pass on. I didnâ€™t dare speak of how that doesnâ€™t make him alive. I didnâ€™t speak of how no matter what we did to hold on, he was still dead. He was dead. And that was why I hated him.
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I wanted to be in his arms forever as he held onto me. I rested my head upon his shoulder as I cried. â€œYouâ€™re coming back,â€ I whispered softly into his ear. â€œI know you will.â€
He placed his hand on mine and said, â€œI donâ€™t know. No matter what happens, though, Iâ€™ll always love you.â€ It was at that moment that I began to feel resentment toward him. I didnâ€™t know, and I knew that he didnâ€™t know. Still, he shouldâ€™ve known what I wanted to hear. I needed to hear and he never said it.
I pulled away. â€œYouâ€™re coming back,â€ I said, a little bit louder. He looked at me with his innocent, light green eyes before stroking my hair. He moved a bit closer to me. Right before he could kiss me, I pulled away again. â€œNo!â€ I said. â€œYouâ€™re leaving me. You really donâ€™t have to do this, but you are. You didnâ€™t even ask me, or anyone else for that matter! I know that you want to make your own decisions or whatever, but we care about you, yet you are okay not being around!â€ I shouted.
He pulled me in again, and stroked my hair. â€œItâ€™s going to be okay. Itâ€™s all going to be okay,â€ he said.
I shook my head. â€œNo. Itâ€™s too late for that. Your mother needs you. So does Jade. How could you leave Jade? And me? Youâ€™re my everything. Youâ€™re willing to take everything away from me,â€ I said before crying even more. â€œWe need you,â€ I began saying repeatedly. â€œI need you.â€
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Iâ€™m not that pathetic girl that collapsed in his arms anymore, though. I am a completely different person.