|The Lovers Part Ways (standard:romance, 262 words)|
|Author: Sare||Added: Dec 14 2001||Views/Reads: 1967/1||Story vote: 0.00 (0 votes)|
|Rather the antithesis of a romance, I guess...|
Her face held no healthy glow. The flush of wind and exertion served only to emphasize the deathly pallor of her skin. She stood concealed behind a neighbour’s tree, watching as he came up the front walk and began knocking on her front door. Her thin shoulders heaved as she tried to catch her breath; she held the tree trunk for support. Across the street, he looked down suddenly, and she knew he was seeing the remains of the roses he’d brought for her last week, the roses she’d flung back at him, the roses that had been trampled in their argument and his departure. She’d watched him leave that night, her tears hot on her cheeks and her words angry on her lips. Now she watched him as his fists banged on her door, forcing herself to stifle the urge to run to him, to apologize, to make up. His head hung low as he at last turned to leave, but then his chin came up in a blaze of anger, and he spun round to begin again, pounding on the wood of the door as his hoarse shouts filled the dark, quiet street. She heard the tremor in his voice as the echo of his words came to her ears: “I thought you loved me!” The tears were scalding her cheeks and heavy sobs wracked her body as she clung to the tree trunk for support, her eyes cast to the ground, biting her lip. At last she looked up to see him walking away, his hands still in fists. Tweet
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