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I lost the old one :D
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here's a thing i did with a prompt i found am million years ago
“You know what? I guess I don’t need you after all.”
The words came crashing, like an avalanche. Both from her mouth and to his head. “What do you mean?”
She’d backed away, blue dress like a leaf in a storm. “You know what I mean too well.”
He’d taken a step closer. He could feel the tears stirring up in his eyes, and he hated it. But he loved it, too.
She was the only one who could make him feel that way. She was the only one who could make him feel more than a glacier, useless and slowly dying.
And now she was making everything he’d buried down, everything he’d burnt till the ashes were carried away, everything come back.
“Please.” He’d said, not sure what he meant. He hated her, but he needed her. “You promised.”
“So did you.” She replied, taking a deep breath, as if she could inhale her tears.
Promise, the word rung a thousand bells.
I promise I’ll never leave you.
I promise to be by your side.
I promise that I’ll be a better person.
His eyes turned to saucers. “I’m sorry,” He whispered, not sure if anything else could bring together and fix the shattered pieces.
“I know. I’m sorry, too. I couldn’t help when you needed me to.”
“One last chance?”
She was silent for a moment or two, hope and desperation met in the air.
“I’m sorry.” It was her turn to say it.
“I -- what?” He could feel his hands trembling, gripping the handles of the balcony as if the wind could carry him away.
“I knew you could be better,” She’d said cautiously running a hand through her chocolate-y hair. “And I still know you can. But not here. Not with me.”
The ground shook.
“What do you mean?” He asked again, feeling like a child.
“I’m sorry,” She said again, and a vision captured him.
“You apologise a lot,” He said, reminiscence taking him in her arms.
A weak smile, “I’m sorry,”
And all he saw was her running, the wind lifting him up, and the night sky waving in farewell.
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Broken crayons still color.
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