briannaleam
Her heart beat fast as he stood in front of her. She knew it was coming, but she couldn't handle the complex emotions that ran through her. She was nervous, scared, happy, excited. As he got down on one knee she gasped and caught a sob in her throat.
"Brianna, will you marry me?"
She stared into those brown eyes they were filled with so much love.
"YES!" she said as she grabbed his face in her hands and pressed her lips to his.
She is still worried about the letter. Her hand held the complex words written on the plain white paper. How was she supposed to understand what was happening when the complexity of those sentences haunted her. She read adn reread all the words, stringing them together into what hse wanted to read. Damnit she though as she stared at the words, why could she not understand what was there.
She sat at the desk. The excel file open in front of her. All of the cells held different data but it all blended together. The only thing she could think about was last night and what happened. As he walked out the door she screamed at him to stop but he just slammed the door in her face. A tear runs down her face and she puts her cursor in the first cell and typed just one word. Cheater.
she swam slowly through the ocean the current wrapping its octopus legs around her slowly pulling her under. She sucked in a breath before being pulled to the depths. The blackness surrounding her and the water's arms shoving her back and forth through its coldness. She closed her eyes and let the breath out.
The seat I sit in is warm. Worn, tired, useless. Maybe the seat is a representative of me and my life. Warm, inviting, yet worn, tired, useless.
She sat rooted to the seat. her hands resting in her lap. The funeral procession led its way towards the empty hole in the ground. her heart stopped when she saw the coffin carrying the body of the man she once loved. The american flag resting on top of the coffin. She closed her eyes as they lowered his body slowly into the ground. Her hands bawling up in fists as she held back the tears. Standing strong. One woman. Alone.
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