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It was a piece of cake. That's what we all want to say, isn't it? Every little thing we do has been wanted, easy, and worth it too. But that isn't life. Life is much harder than that. Life is real.
It was a pain that felt as if she were bleeding from every vessel in her body. like knifes had slashed her and everything was pouring out. she'd never felt this way before. she was queen bee she didnt care what people thought of what she did. But now he'd killed himself because of it, and she felt the pain.
The sound of the waves has always relaxed her, soothed her. It reminds her of the sunny north carolina town on the water where she grew up. And now, even as she sits on the beach half way across the world in Australia, she stills feels like she's at home.
She sweeps the room carefully. She needs to get every speck of dust so he won't force her to do it again. Her story is a cinderella kind of story. Poor girl who sweeps all day. The thing is though, her husband is no prince charming.
He wishes his internal compass could point north. That he could be one of those guys who's a straight shooter. A good guy all around. But for some reason the compass is always pointing more so North-west. He just hasn't quite gotten there yet.
He wasn't one of those sleezy politicians you hear about in the news. the kind that cheat on their wives at the tip of the hat. He was a genuinly good guy, he wanted to be in office to help the town
the bandages covered her arms. Each the same placid dull beige-white color that could only remind her of hospitals. But they were a better appereance then what was beneath them. The purple, blue, and green manifest of colors that could only be brought about by pain, by someone's hurt. And a bright red slashes that had a glow even beneath their cover. They were a painful reminder pf what she'd done "wrong" and how she "better never do it again" if she didnt want those bandages again. In a weird way though, she kind of liked them.
She spread the jelly across her bread. "Can you hurry uuuuuppp????" a pestering toddler cried at her knees. "Just a sec," she said and spread the peanut butter on the other slice then slapped the two together. The boy jumped and stomped. "I'm huuuuungrrrrrrry, mommy!" he cried. "okay,okay" she said and she bent down to give it to him only to have the sandwich splat on the floor.
They signed the treaty quickly. the quill spent meer seconds on the paper, one swift movement from the two and it was done. Neither side wanted to fight anymore. Or at least thats how they made it seem. In each of the Geneal's eyes blazed a fierce determinance to get what they wanted, and a treaty most certainly didn't provide that. If only they knew how far this devilsh greed and lack of following the rules would take them... oh why didn't they see it before?
It was an emptying feeling she felt at that very moment. Nothing really mattered anymore did it? He was gone and that was that. She wish sh could feel even any type of remorse, but all she felt was emptyness. who ever knew empty could be so painful?
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