Loves Embrace
By: blackwidow10
Epilogue
A/N: Hey yall. Here's my story. Kinda angsty at first, but I promise to make it better!
She stood there, in the pouring tropical rain, the drops mingling with the salty tears on her cheeks. She had done it again, let a guy's sweet words make her fall in love too fast. She tricked herself into thinking that she could trust him, that he loved her and her alone. But that wasn't the case. Maybe he had never really loved her in the first place, maybe all those "I luv u's" passed to her in History class were just meaningless words written on a piece of folded paper. Maybe. But it didn't matter now, nothing mattered, because he was gone. She could still feel the ghostly touch of his fingers gripping her hips and pulling her close, she could still taste those tantalizing lips covering hers, leaving her practically begging for more. What she wouldn't do to feel that again, that amazing feeling of being held, of being loved.
She hung her head, tearing her eyes away from the blue water that surrounded the island, which right now looked dull and gray to her red, puffy eyes. Eyes that had seen what every girlfriend hopes and wishes never to see. The sight of him, kissing her, pressing her up against the lockers and...
She tried to shake the image out of her head, to erase it from her memory, but it was no use. Nothing could get rid of that, the sad truth that he didn't love her, that he couldn't be trusted, that he had betrayed her. And yet she would give the world to have him back, to forgive him for everything, but he wouldn't be back. Never. Not now that he had her, whoever she was. She was being stupid, she knew it. He wasn't the guy for her, he never had been, but he had enchanted her with his words, his caresses. He kept her wanting more, and damn if he wasn't a pro at it.
She sighed, for about the hundredth time that day, and turned away, walking slowly back to the condo where she lived with her parents, who would never have any idea what had happened, not that they would care even if they took the time to listen to her. She quickly wiped her tears away with the back of her hand and opened the door to the place she had lived in for 5 years, hastily avoiding her parent's disapproving glances and running downstairs to her room.
By: blackwidow10
Epilogue
A/N: Hey yall. Here's my story. Kinda angsty at first, but I promise to make it better!
She stood there, in the pouring tropical rain, the drops mingling with the salty tears on her cheeks. She had done it again, let a guy's sweet words make her fall in love too fast. She tricked herself into thinking that she could trust him, that he loved her and her alone. But that wasn't the case. Maybe he had never really loved her in the first place, maybe all those "I luv u's" passed to her in History class were just meaningless words written on a piece of folded paper. Maybe. But it didn't matter now, nothing mattered, because he was gone. She could still feel the ghostly touch of his fingers gripping her hips and pulling her close, she could still taste those tantalizing lips covering hers, leaving her practically begging for more. What she wouldn't do to feel that again, that amazing feeling of being held, of being loved.
She hung her head, tearing her eyes away from the blue water that surrounded the island, which right now looked dull and gray to her red, puffy eyes. Eyes that had seen what every girlfriend hopes and wishes never to see. The sight of him, kissing her, pressing her up against the lockers and...
She tried to shake the image out of her head, to erase it from her memory, but it was no use. Nothing could get rid of that, the sad truth that he didn't love her, that he couldn't be trusted, that he had betrayed her. And yet she would give the world to have him back, to forgive him for everything, but he wouldn't be back. Never. Not now that he had her, whoever she was. She was being stupid, she knew it. He wasn't the guy for her, he never had been, but he had enchanted her with his words, his caresses. He kept her wanting more, and damn if he wasn't a pro at it.
She sighed, for about the hundredth time that day, and turned away, walking slowly back to the condo where she lived with her parents, who would never have any idea what had happened, not that they would care even if they took the time to listen to her. She quickly wiped her tears away with the back of her hand and opened the door to the place she had lived in for 5 years, hastily avoiding her parent's disapproving glances and running downstairs to her room.