She was remembering all the things that happened. Those stories inevitably floated through her mind. Also, she compared, inevitably. Her heart cried because she had been very stupid.
Then, she began to remember all those little moments that always ignored: The kisses didn't taste like love anymore. The lips stopped meeting each other. The anxiety were awake with her. Her heart was singing a sad sigh. Asking for love was irrational on her part.
The chairs, the people, the laughter, the storms. The mental struggle of the heart, the pain...the goddamn pain. He was there, boring, pretending he was listening. His eyes was going to another places . He didn't look at her, he did not noticed. Just a movement of annoyance and boredness. She cried. He was angry.
- Stop crying, why do you wanna talk about the same thing? I though that everything was ok. - he said, and his hands was covering his eyes from the light. He was tired. She was tired of crying.
They solved their problems with a fake and understanding kiss.
Then...
He was remembering all the things that happened. These stories inevitably floated through his mind. Also he compared, inevitably. His heart cried because he had been very stupid
Then, he began to remember all those little moments that always ignored: The kisses that she always was looking for. The lips he didn't want to kiss. The anxiety were awake along with him. The heart was crying and making a sad sigh. Asking her for love (again) was irrational from his part.
The lights, the cars, the loneliness, the reflection of his mistakes. She's gone. She was boring, she was laughing, pretending to understand him. His repressed black eyes was crying every fucking moment; she talks, but didn't anything with his pain, she didn't make a movement more than a sigh of revenge. He cried. She felt sorry.
-Cry. You have to get out of this.- she said with cruel indifference.Then she lefts, leaving him a void (she believes) well deserved.
They solved their problems leaving each other alone on the road.
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Me encanta tu blog y lo talentosa que eres. Sigue creciendo enormemente. En venezuela hay demasiado talento. Cuando puedas visita mi blog de arte. Poco a poco seguire subiendo mi contenido y curiosidades.
Talento! Eso eso es lo que veo Talento!
Very anxiety...
I like the simplicity with which you treat your prose. That left me wanting a little more, but I guess it's an effect of anxiety.
Besos Aida!
LF