It's been awhile since I've written anything, but joining the military causes little issues like that. This story, like my other, doesn't exactly start out in the happiest state, but i hope it gets there. I'll explain why at the end. Read and, hopefully, enjoy!
He was right there, two feet away. Maybe more, maybe less, but there regardless. Every day without fail he sat in his chair in front of the computer while she lay on his bed staring at the details of a ceiling she had long since committed to memory. They saw each other every day, spent all of their free time together, slept next to each other every night. Yet she felt she had not spent time with him in years.
She had no idea when exactly she had come to realize it. Whether it was when she came back from a trip to her parents' house, spent the whole week answering questions about him only…only to come back to her spot. In the middle of the bed. Staring at the ceiling. Wondering if they really even knew each other anymore.
It wasn't as if she was faultless in the matter, but neither was he. In the beginning he and his friends had marveled at the fact that she wasn't like other girls. She did not like the color pink. She could eat as much as any of them and not feel ashamed about it. Most of all, she was not quiet about her opinion on things. She was not shy about handing out comments and insults as good as any of the boys threw out, if not better. She stood up for herself. So how had she let this happen?
He had promised her, when they were both forced to move to this god forsaken town, that he would not let this place beat her. He would not let it kill her spirit. So how could she tell him that her greatest fear was coming true? That he was failing in his promise to protect her. That she hardly knew the man she loved the most and that he couldn't even seen what was happening. He couldn't tell that she was hardly living and this town could soon be charged with murder.
She wanted so badly to be happy with him. She had promised to give anything to stay with him. But could she surrender her happiness? Could she let go of what little was left of her soul? Inside she was screaming herself hoarse and she wanted someone to finally hear her and help her stop.
So, I've been dating this guy for quite a few months. Everything started out amazingly well...but they're not so much anymore. No one understands why i hate the game Warhammer so much, but if i got to actually talk to my boyfriend once in a while, i might not mind them so much. I'm beginning to understand why the people who play those things are single or date people they've met while playing. Seriously, if you have migraines, try at least wearing your glasses after staring at a computer for 7 hours. ::sigh:: Sorry, been holding that in for a long time.
Any way, story will continue, probably tomorrow. Next chapter will be longer and diologue will arive soon. Let me know what you think cause it's not like i'm doing much else. If you've got ideas for a hobby, let me know. :)