|Fragments of Love
Author: doughreyme PM
Random tidbits of childish romances.Rated: Fiction M - English - Romance/Fantasy - Chapters: 3 - Words: 1,255 - Updated: 07-01-05 - Published: 06-18-05 - id: 1942545
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He smiled a genuine smile that soon proved fake as he recognized and as I realized the halls were entirely empty.
"I'm going to be late to class, Lars," I smiled at him, lovestruck and fashioned as any polite young girl would be.
He smiled and said, "This will only take a moment."
"So, what should I remember, Lars?" I asked curiously, my heart nearly melting like a pan of butter in an oven.
"Deti..." he breathed the name, "I..."
I looked at him curiously.
"Deti, I hate you."
My lips quivered in the silence that was echoed with his cruel smile.
I couldn't ask why, because he pointed it out with his following words which broke the silence, and his smile. A string of curses that had no signs of vulgar words within them were laid out into the sound of the halls.
"So, that's why," I looked at him miserably. He nodded, and left me at my locker to contemplate all my faults and wrongdoings around him. Inwardly, I could simply wonder what I could have possibly done to receive such cruel words.
I looked at him as he walked off, as if leisurely taking a stroll through the fields of the Gdly, and it's only when he was completely out of sight that I broke into tears, kneeling on the floor.
I traced upon the floor his name, and drew a childish heart around it with my finger.
Time seemed to pass by, as I drew with my finger random scribblings of "I love you!" "How could you?" and simply, "I loved you!"
I fell into a trance, or did I pass out? I don't quite remember. A bell awoke me, and I was exiting the class that I had exited beforehand.
Mary signalled me over with a cute smile. "Deti, Lars wants to talk to you!"
I looked at her smiling back, though when she mentioned the name Lars, I simply shrugged in disgust.
That time, Lars looked upon me with a "genuine" smile, which I recognized easily for its falsehoods.
"Deti, can I tell you something?"
"No..." I smiled calmly, and spat out, "After all, I think I could understand what you'd want to tell me anyways. I am a slattern, after all, Lars?"
"When did I..." he looked fakely in bewilderment.
"Lars, let's just...not talk to each other. You're such a bore..."
He got angry, but nodded, and turned away and walked into the halls.
As I saw him walk a walk of the unGdly, I smiled, and then heard an odd question from him as he thought aloud, looking towards me for a moment, "What's a slattern?"