Clomp clomp clomp
My footsteps came in contact with the cobble stone in a rhythmic pattern as I ran, not stopping once to catch my breath.
Clomp clomp clomp
They echoed throughout the walls of dark alleyways, main streets and even the Brooklyn bridge…
Clomp clomp clomp
And yet no matter where I ran, or how fast I ran, my footsteps were still in synch with those of another person's.
By now I was struggling for breath. Panting and grasping for air I still sprinted along, dodging behind almost anything to lose my unwanted running partner.
"Why can't he just leave me alone?" I mumbled out loud turning a sharp corner. I picked up my pace, hoping to lose him in the crowd.
Hasn't he caused me enough pain already? I took a quick glance over my shoulder, unfortunately to see the tall, curly haired boy still right behind me. I was starting to grow tired, completely out of breath, and I would have stopped, but he was gaining on me fast. I became oblivious to my surroundings as I heard him yell out my name.
"Aqua! Wait! I'se said I'se was sorry!"
I stopped when I realized I was trapped on a dock. A dead end was straight ahead. I walked slowly to the edge, defeated, tired, and dripping with sweat.
I put my hand to my chest, and felt my heart finally start to slow down, but once I looked up into his soft brown eyes, it started to act up again. Here he was right in front of me. My old boyfriend, my first love…my Mush. Our relationship had been like a dream come true. I had felt like a beautiful princess and he was my prince, who would protect me from anything and everything; except a broken heart. Unfortunately, not all fairytales have happy endings. Especially when your prince is not exactly faithful.
That was the story of me and Mush, and it had taken place almost four months ago. I was sure I had forgotten all about it until he came up to me today. When I saw him, my heart began to ach again causing unwanted tears to streak down my face. And then the chase began, leading up to this very moment.
I wiped a thick coat of sweat off my forehead with the back of my hand, and took a deep breath.
"I thought I made it cleah that I neva want'd ta see ya again," I managed to say as I slowly turned around to face him.
He was bent over with his hands on his knees and his head hung low. He was still gasping for air as he slowly lifted his eyes and winced at my menacing glare.
"Aqua," he started, "I knows you'se mad but," I snorted and looked away.
"But" he continued, "I'se jus cant live witoutcha and I cant let ya go." He stood up to his full height and stepped in front of me, lifting up my chin to look into my eyes.
That had to be one of the cheesiest things I had ever heard but it melted my heart, also making me more confused then ever. There we stood eye to eye, both exhausted from our long run. So many times I had dreamed of him coming back to me begging for forgiveness, but I always thought I would be able to blow him off, leaving him with a broken heart this time. But this was real, and he was really standing in front of me, and I was definitely not feeling hate toward him.
I knew he was telling the truth, I could see it in his eyes; he did still care about me. Thinking of this made me happy and even though I tried to stop it, I felt my lips curl up into a smile. That simple little gesture seemed so foreign to me after all this time, and I finally felt ok again.
"Aqua, I'se really sorry and I hope ya know dat I do love ya wid all my heart and,"
"I know Mush." I cut in quickly to keep him from rambling on. "I love ya too."
Maybe my fairytale will have a happy ending.