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|Heartbreak Over a French Vanilla Cappuccino (standard:romance, 4752 words)|
|Author: Aubrey||Added: Jun 26 2003||Views/Reads: 2042/1282||Story vote: 0.00 (0 votes)|
|The people you meet aren't always what they seem. One lonely woman, who thought she closed her heart forever to love, found herself doing and saying things she never thought she would. Through the tangled web of love, lies, and deceit, she conquered her g|
Heartbreak Over a French Vanilla Cappuccino By: Aubrey I used to believe that love was a waste of time that only ended in heartbreak for everyone involved...at least that's how it had always happened for me. Even the scenes that I had witnessed while growing up consisted of a woman doing everything for her man, only to be devastated when he hurt her in every possible way. Except with my parents, my mom was the one that cheated on my dad. Heartbreak doesn't choose genders. During their divorce, I swore that I would never have my life turn out like theirs, and that I would never be dependent on anyone but myself, let alone a man. Love ‘em and leave ‘em had been my motto for a good portion of my life. It was working great until someone made me realize that love is an element that nature won't let you run from. It won't let you hide, and it sure as hell will always catch up with you. When it caught up with me it was amazing and I wondered for a few brief seconds, what was I running from? Then, I found out.... ****************************** "How many times do I have to tell you people that these paintings are going to California and not to Chicago?!" I screamed at all the workers in the warehouse, waving my arms around in the air like a crazed lunatic from the Psych Ward. I realized this small detail, and decided to make my exit before I REALLY lost it! It wasn't as if this is a new thing for these people! All you had to do was get the paintings from L.A. to the museum in New York...simple right?! Obviously, not for these people I went into my small office and slammed the door behind me. I looked at my desk, and saw the huge stacks of papers that needed to be filled out in order for the shipment to even be made. If my workers had wanted to yell at someone, it should have been me. "Better get to it then..." I sank down into my chair sighing, knowing I would not get out of this dreadful office until late tonight. Pulling my long brown hair into a mess on the top of my head, I picked up a pen and began filling out the forms that should have been in almost a week ago. My stepmother, Jeannine always yells at me for procrastinating...maybe I really should have taken her advice this time. These papers really weren't that bad, except that they ask the most asinine questions like What is your personal opinion of this artist? or Why, in your view does this composition, out of the whole competition deserve to be put in a museum? Why would you even waste the ink to print these? Like any normal person would...I wrote the same thing for just about every question. "Bye Kam!" I looked up to see the familiar face of Paris. With her long, curly red hair, her sparkling blue eyes, plus her cheerful smile, it was hard not to love her. "Bye Paris." I mumbled, barely even looking up. "Pulling an all nighter?" "Yeah...doesn't it sound fun?" "It will be later...well, I'll leave you and those insanely large piles of papers alone while I am out with my amazing fiancee!" "Now that you've just succeeded in making me feel like a complete and utter loser, is there anything else that you'd like to say?" For the first time, I looked up, glared at her, but couldn't help but crack a smile. "Only...make sure you eat something!" "Yes mother dearest, is that it?" "Yeah! Love you!" With that, she slammed the door, and the distinct tapping of her heels on the floor signaled that she was running. That girl couldn't be on time if her life depended on it! It was only 10:30, and I was already in a half conscious zombie state of mind. It was endless writing, and it was so quiet that when I heard the tiniest sound, it made me jump out of my seat. Naturally when I heard Click here to read the rest of this story (414 more lines)
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