Oh god oh god oh god why did I do that!? What was I thinking? She couldn't help but laugh drily at that. She wasn't thinking. That was the whole point. She hadn't been thinking for some time now.
Pictures lay torn in half and scattered on the floor. The dozens of letters they had written each other. The "forevers" and "eternals" truly destroyed once and for all. But it's not what she wanted.
She sank to the floor amid the ruins, letting her tears drop onto the shreds. What's a bit of water damage now?
Watching him pack up his bags silently with his fists clenched and his jaw tight and his eyes averting hers at every second... it was too much.
She was full-on drunk off the despair of hearing his truck drive off and went into a rage.
Everything he had touched. All the smiles he had brought her had now truly vanished, along with what little remained of her heart.
She was sobering up too late and everything was too little and too destroyed and too gone. Including him.
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Comments (3 so far!)
Average reader rating 5.00/5
Actions and consequences. And destructive decisions are always the hardest to live with.
- #2218 Posted 1 year ago
Very emotional piece. I love the use of reflection. Nicely done!
- #2225 Posted 1 year ago
- 5 out of 5
Thank you 😊
- #2231 Posted 1 year ago
Write about making a decision while being intoxicated. Sure drugs and alcohol are the usual culprits but we can be intoxicated by anything: people, love, lust, pride, power, greed, or possibly even good things like flowers, books, a sunset. It's your trip.
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