This story was just a release of feelings. I know it sounds weird but this story means a lot to me. Dedicated to mellys-girl and A Stranger's Lullaby for just being there, you two have helped a lot. I can't tell you how much that means to me. I love you, xxx.
"How could you do this?" I screamed at the receding dark figure in front of me. A steady flow of tears running down my face, undistinguishable against the rain. No matter how much I called out, he kept walking. He never cared, I mean why should he? What had I done that was so special? I was normal, plain. At least on the outside. Inside I was this tangled mess, and why he had taken the time to try and fix me, I didn't know his reasons. He was special, he was everything. And my feelings will remain this way until I die, he's the only one to ever make me feel this whole. Now I was breaking, and no-one could stop it.
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I woke up screaming, it was the same dream as always. The one where 'he' left me. I can still remember that day, yet it's been two years. The hole in my chest, is as painful as it was, and to be honest, I don't know how I've survived this long. I moaned and rolled over, my blonde curls bouncing as I moved. I needed to carry on with my life, like I've tried to do, no matter how hard it gets. I decided to get up, I wouldn't be able to get back to sleep, the dream was too painful. As always.
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"Hey hurry up with those orders Juliet." Tybalt called with a chuckle. "Thank god we're not a fast food restaurant, just a coffee shop, otherwise we'd be out of business." I laughed and called back.
"Well if you had a nicer face you could be a waiter, but no, you is one fugly person" I walked behind the counter to give Tybalt the orders and winked.
"Actually I have a rather pleasing face" Tybalt shot back with a gay flick of his hair. I laughed and elbowed him.
"Coffee. Now" I ordered. Tybalt helped with a lot of the pain. He seemed to fill the hole, but he couldn't completely mend it. I was still broken, and I seemed I would stay this way. Half-alive, half-dead, floating in the middle. Still half-laughing at Tybalt's gay out-break, I turned with a tray of coffees in my hand.
The door opened as I walked back around the counter, causing our little bell to ring. I looked up, expecting one of our regulars. Instead the heart-breaking face of Romeo greeted me. The tray of coffee's fell to the floor with a thud. Hot coffee scalding my legs. Yet I didn't notice. How could I. The only thing I could feel, was my heart re-ripping, and my tears. Flowing as hard as they did two years ago, nothing had changed, my tears still remained undistinguishable against the rain.