Ice Cream
Disclaimer: Not mine.
Chapter 1
He killed her.
Not physically of course, for she was standing right in front of him.
He killed her emotionally.
He had her heart and he dropped it on the floor.
Love is like a little kid with an ice cream cone.
You can't let it drip or you'll miss some of the greatness,
if you drop the ice cream someone cries,
you can pick up the smushed ice cream and put it back in the cone but it still won't be as good as it was originally,
you can buy a new one, but you'll still be upset about losing the first one.
She wanted this to work. And he was ruining it.
Ruining everything she dreamed of having with him.
The next thing she knew she was slamming her door shut and
drowning out the sounds of daily life with her poor, heart-wrenching sobs.
And she wondered if she could somehow save their friendship.
Or make it into something else.
Something she had dreamed about having forever.
There's no way he would ever think of you like that Alicia, you stupid little girl, she thought.
She ran to the door and opened it so hard it almost rebounded off the wall.
She ran down the stairs, clearing the tears from her eyes and yelling his name.
George!
Oh well.
What's life without risks, eh?