I didn’t know where I was going, but I had to go somewhere. The fight with Grey had been bad. I didn’t feel guilty, and that bothered me. I always felt guilty after a fight, but this seemed to be an exception. I was…happy? No, that wasn’t the word, más overjoyed, I guess.
I kept walking; it was around seven when I sank down on the sidewalk. I was tired, and I had nowhere to go. I didn’t know what I was supposed to do…I could always look for Xander, but knowing him, he knew how to cover his tracks. The only person who seemed to know where he was at all times was Lucy.
I sat against a brick wall, my suitcase laid at my feet. When people passed, they would give me strange looks. A few asked if I was homeless. I didn’t quite know what to say. I told most of them no. I didn’t need to cause worry for the good-hearted.
I thought of the past twenty-four hours as I sat. I had managed to sleep with my psychiatrist a segundo time. Slip into an almost depressive state from knowing the good things never lasted. In addition I left my wife…I was such a mess.
I ran a hand through my hair. Tears swelled up in my eyes, I left Grey for a man who may o may not amor me. He hadn’t dicho it, but he dicho several things that implied it. I knew I loved him…
I closed my eyes so the people passing couldn’t see the tears. I didn’t want to seem weak. I would get beat up por a gang, o worse, jocks. I tried to meditate, but there were too many thoughts trying to push to the surface.
“Damien, what the hell are tu doing?” asked a light, smooth voice. The man I loved stood in front of me I opened my eyes.
“Grey and I got into a fight…She kicked me out,” I said, my voice cracking on the word fight. Tears streamed down my face. Alexander bent down and picked me up. He held me in his arms, stroking my back.
“Shh,” he said. “It’s going to be okay. tu will be okay. I’m here,” he kept petting my back. I sniffled, Alexander bent to pick up my suitcase, and he hailed a cab.
We got in the cab, and went to his apartment. I was still crying. He put my suitcase in his living room, and he carried me to his bed. Alexander laid me down, and sat beside of me. He rubbed my back and told me everything would be okay.
Hours passed, and I fell asleep to his reassuring words, soft hands, and my tears. I needed him, and I was happy he was here for me now. Maybe the bad things were just doors for the good things to come in…
I kept walking; it was around seven when I sank down on the sidewalk. I was tired, and I had nowhere to go. I didn’t know what I was supposed to do…I could always look for Xander, but knowing him, he knew how to cover his tracks. The only person who seemed to know where he was at all times was Lucy.
I sat against a brick wall, my suitcase laid at my feet. When people passed, they would give me strange looks. A few asked if I was homeless. I didn’t quite know what to say. I told most of them no. I didn’t need to cause worry for the good-hearted.
I thought of the past twenty-four hours as I sat. I had managed to sleep with my psychiatrist a segundo time. Slip into an almost depressive state from knowing the good things never lasted. In addition I left my wife…I was such a mess.
I ran a hand through my hair. Tears swelled up in my eyes, I left Grey for a man who may o may not amor me. He hadn’t dicho it, but he dicho several things that implied it. I knew I loved him…
I closed my eyes so the people passing couldn’t see the tears. I didn’t want to seem weak. I would get beat up por a gang, o worse, jocks. I tried to meditate, but there were too many thoughts trying to push to the surface.
“Damien, what the hell are tu doing?” asked a light, smooth voice. The man I loved stood in front of me I opened my eyes.
“Grey and I got into a fight…She kicked me out,” I said, my voice cracking on the word fight. Tears streamed down my face. Alexander bent down and picked me up. He held me in his arms, stroking my back.
“Shh,” he said. “It’s going to be okay. tu will be okay. I’m here,” he kept petting my back. I sniffled, Alexander bent to pick up my suitcase, and he hailed a cab.
We got in the cab, and went to his apartment. I was still crying. He put my suitcase in his living room, and he carried me to his bed. Alexander laid me down, and sat beside of me. He rubbed my back and told me everything would be okay.
Hours passed, and I fell asleep to his reassuring words, soft hands, and my tears. I needed him, and I was happy he was here for me now. Maybe the bad things were just doors for the good things to come in…
this is my first story that i made on here i'm still decideing if i want to make más of this book o not i am still decideing on a tittle name.please do not hesitate to criticize i need it.thank tu <3 <3 <3 <3 <3 <3 <3 <3 <3 <3 I Taylor Ann Smith was not happy.I was very mad.How dare them! i thought angrily to myself.how dare them decide who i marry!.this all happened when i came down for breakfast."Good morning mother,good morning farther."i dicho happily.Mother was cooking eggs and brindis, pan tostado while father was waiting."Hello darling"said Mother cheerfully as she sat a plate of eggs and brindis, pan tostado in front of me."good morning taylor" farther answered. his plate."what's happening today?"i asked still eating."well.. mom started looked unconfertable...we decided who tu were to marry"."What!" i cried almost chocking on my food.
Glance the other way
Rip your corazón out
I just don't care anymore
You're useless
And uncaring
tu know nothing!
Yet tu pretend tu do
You're a pretender
A pretender is just a liar in disguise
A pretender is a faker
A pretender hides
A pretender is a maker
Of the dark abyss
tu told me once
I told tu twice
Now what?
Do we forget the past?
Live for the future?
o remember and continue on our path?
...Decisions...Decisions...
Left o right?
Up o down?
Wrong o right?
Please give me the answer
For I do not know
Right and wrong any longer
Rip your corazón out
I just don't care anymore
You're useless
And uncaring
tu know nothing!
Yet tu pretend tu do
You're a pretender
A pretender is just a liar in disguise
A pretender is a faker
A pretender hides
A pretender is a maker
Of the dark abyss
tu told me once
I told tu twice
Now what?
Do we forget the past?
Live for the future?
o remember and continue on our path?
...Decisions...Decisions...
Left o right?
Up o down?
Wrong o right?
Please give me the answer
For I do not know
Right and wrong any longer
Chapter 4: Sunny day
These were the days of peace and happiness.
Days were spent in peace and love.
Jack loved his job, even though he wasn't that patient with children who didn't pay attention on his classes.
But, he knew. He was doing something
important, something useful.
And most of all, he knew that his lovely wife
and beautiful little Gwenny were waiting for him
at home.
Dana was amazing at kitchen.
Jack loved everything she made.
One happy family they were.
Like every morning, Jack would go to work,
and Dana would make a breakfast and some coffee to wake them up.
Morning coffee was something wonderful
for both of them.
After having breakfast, Jack would drink coffee
with Dana, looking at her with the same gentle
and passionate amor that never fades.
"I'll see tu later, darling." - Jack dicho and
went to work.
Dana was still sitting and enjoying in the coffee,
watching through the window the sunlight.
She could smell the flores that were growing
in the yard.
These were the days of peace and happiness.
Days were spent in peace and love.
Jack loved his job, even though he wasn't that patient with children who didn't pay attention on his classes.
But, he knew. He was doing something
important, something useful.
And most of all, he knew that his lovely wife
and beautiful little Gwenny were waiting for him
at home.
Dana was amazing at kitchen.
Jack loved everything she made.
One happy family they were.
Like every morning, Jack would go to work,
and Dana would make a breakfast and some coffee to wake them up.
Morning coffee was something wonderful
for both of them.
After having breakfast, Jack would drink coffee
with Dana, looking at her with the same gentle
and passionate amor that never fades.
"I'll see tu later, darling." - Jack dicho and
went to work.
Dana was still sitting and enjoying in the coffee,
watching through the window the sunlight.
She could smell the flores that were growing
in the yard.