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|Falling love (standard:drama, 1072 words)|
|Author: Zeth||Added: Feb 05 2008||Views/Reads: 2056/1279||Story vote: 0.00 (0 votes)|
|A short story about a man forced to break up with his girl, because her dad forced him to. tragic...|
Falling love A short story by Seth Horn. Tears started to well up in her eyes, “Don't say that, I love you”, she said despertly. “I'm sorry, but we, we just don't have much in common. I am so sorry”, James said. I HATE HIM, WE WERE SUCH A GOOD COUPLE”, he thought to himself. It was all her father's fault, he didn't think that James was very responsible, he thought that he was a lazy high school drop-out (He quit school to help cover the rent of the appartment he and his mother lived in). The dad threatened to file a ristraining order if he didn't end it with Jane. “Yeah, right”, she sobbed, she ripped the ring that was givin to her by James a couple monthes ago, for their six month aniversiry, “Take your fucking ring back. GO HOME!” She ran into her house, sobbing. He was stuck with this stupid look on his face, he picked up the SIX HUNDRED DOLLOR ring, and just stood there. Tears also forming in her eyes. All of the sudden, the screen door barged open and a angry dad stormed out. You could feel the anger radiating off of his skin. He charged at James holding a wooden baseball bat. “You hurt her! GET OUT OF HERE”, he yelled holding the bat menecingly. James was still dazed from the break-up, all of the sudden, a wooden bat swung withen inches from his face. James backed up a few steps. “But I love her”, James said, almost crying himself. “No! You hate her”. He said, in a attemped to brainwash him. James didn't hear, he was to busy running away, unable to hold onto the tears. THREE DAYS LATER: The leaves had all fallen from the trees, the coolness had not turned harsh yet. James and his friend were in the New York café, appropiatley named. They were in central New York. It was raining lightly, enough to make a peacefull situation. James' friend was trying to make James feel better, the only way he could think of that was to slam Jane, “You know what, that girl”, trying not to say here name, “she got fired at her job, I think she deserves it. Treating you like that”. Playing along, “Yeah, I'm too good for her.” They both slipped on their coffe and listend to the news, not really paying attention. “Dow, is 6.04... BREAKING NEWS! Lady on the edge of skyscraper, threatining to jump, more news after the break. In a mix of did and you, James' friend started the sentence with, “Dou think that she'll jump?” “I don't know, What I wonder is, how the hell did she get up there?” Just then the news popped back on. “During the break it was informed that she threw a paper down with this writen on it: ‘No one cares about me, I am a waste to human socitey, God have mercy on my soul', The police have idenifided her as a Jane Livingston - “ That was all he herd, he jumped into his car and drove off, leaving his friend at the café. Disreguarding the speed limit, James sped down 112th street heading to a 80 storey building, wich Jane was standing apon. All the radio stations were brodcasting it. Not every day someone wants to jump off a building. She is threating that if anyone comes up, she will jump. He is worried sick. He saw blue and red lights shine in his rear-veiw mirror. “SHIT” he cursed. He stuck his hand out the window and did a wave-like thing, Click here to read the rest of this story (69 more lines)
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