chbthewriter
He looked at the window, his face showing what he was not saying. He was enraged, his blood boiling through his veins as he took a deep calming breath after another.
"What do you mean you're leaving?" He finally spoke, with much disdain laced with a hint of sadness.
He stepped into the room quietly, careful to not disturb her peace and quiet.
She was humming to herself, dancing around the room and flitting about. She was stunning.
The floor creaked as he stepped on one loose board, making him curse and her to stop her actions.
Their eyes met in surprise, each glinting with anticipation mixed with panic.
After a few moments, she started towards him.
He was my muse. My only inspiration. The only bad thing was that he didn't know.
All was over now. He walked away without much of a goodbye. He left me. Forever.
And I was here, alone. Forever.
She was my muse. My only inspiration. The only bad thing is that she didn't know. And it hurts.
She walked away without much of a goodbye. She left me. Forever.
She amused herself with anything she could find. Her paper, her pen, her computer even her stuff toy. But nothing distracted her from the agony she was feeling.
"It had been days." She told herself. "Get a hold of yourself."
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