mimo1992214
she hit him. hard. hard as she could, and she ran. She knew it was wrong, the way he treated her, but she loved him so much. so each punch, each broken bone, each bruise she had to hide she ignored. but this was too much. blood poured out of the puncture wound, but she kept ambling on, ignoring the throbbing emanating from the stab-wound he had inflicted upon her stomach, wincing as she went.
the tree could reach to the stars it seemed to her, it was so immense, so utterly vast, elephantine, that it must go on forever. her eyes peered upwards towards the uppermost branches, she squinted when the sun broke through, hitting her eyes down in the dappled shade provided by it. she was only little, but she must be right, she just had to be, that was the way it was. she walked closer to the trunk of the tree, resting in the shade before continuing her journey to the well.
She sat underneath the tree bending willow branches to form a basket. It was the basket she would put all her mementos in, all her memories of him, of them together, and then she would burn it. She wanted no memory of him diluting her future, her relationship success. She would be free of him. She would have no tainting, polluting of her possible future happiness, her life ahead.
She screamed in agony as the spike of his rejected pierced her. It was as though it were a physical object, searing the wound as it went, pain amplified by the humiliation that accompanied it. He smirked, and she closed her eyes, afraid to see his thoughts written plainly across his face.
he stared at her, his eyes boring into her very soul, hers green and wide, unable to do anything else. He blinked, and she was free, her eyes closed, and she pulled her face down to safety, where she could open them once more.
he grazed his fingertips across her thigh, down her arm, on her face, along her side. his affection for her was clear, so why wouldn't he be with her? why wouldn't he leave the girlfriend that he complained about all the time, and be with her, he told her she was his favourite person, that he liked her too much, that if he could be with anyone at that moment it would be her, but he wouldn't do it. Her mind stumbled over the reasons for that, if he told the truth with what he said, surely he would leave the girlfriend...
he clapped her on the back, and she smiled timidly at him. she knew that he completely understood, but would ignore that fact until the last, and would go ahead with his plans regardless of her feelings, what would happen to her. now she was certain she would die.
she was drawn to him, he was charismatic, he was attractive, there was something about his very nature, his presence, his soul that made her want to know him, made her want to be with him, be near him, there was such magnetism, she knew he should be hers.
my chosen subject of degree had always appealed to me. the science of it was incredible. i loved knowing the why of things, rather than the what. i love science, and all that it has revealed to me, and i don't think i will ever stop loving it.
she gazed up at the sky, pain undulating through her very core, eminating from the small puncture wound in her torso. she knew with those few seconds of agony that he had killed her for her selfish nature, and regretted every second. her eyes slipped closed.
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