"What should and shouldn't be"
"You have to stop" I said to myself while I was slowly walking with her towards my bedroom; "You have to stop, it's not right" I repeated myself while I was taking her clothes off; "Stop it….." but I couldn't, wouldn't and didn't want to think I was lying her in my bed
Chapter one "The rain that falls"
It was a stormy day in Hong Kong and he was sitting in the black leather sofa his parents had in their house's living room. The same living room where the Christmas tree was, and it always was and where it is now, it had lots of gifts under it and it was decorated with red and yellow lights, just like that night.
The same living room where they were introduced, the same living room and couch where they spent so much time together and the same living room where it all happened, where she asked for an explanation and the same living room where she said those three words.
Because of him she was now gone, her always so bright, beautiful and always so full of life eyes were empty that day, she was emotionless, wasn't smiling, she looked like someone who was dead, and she was, dead inside and the worse of that is that it was him who had killed her.
It had been four years since that day, and there wasn't a day that he didn't regret what he did, just because he felt…. disgusted with himself, to let the jealousy and the passion… his new discovered passion control him.
He had to fix what he did, and he try it, many times but just couldn't.
He stood up from the couch and walked towards the fireplace, there were a lot of pictures but there were two that always draw his attention; they were pictures of her, in one she was with two other kids that looked her age, and it was recent; it came with a letter with his mother name on it.
And the other one was from a year ago, he loved that picture, she was lying on the ground and under her hundreds of rose petals, her hair was spread too, and she was smiling, who ever took that picture had a lot of art, to capture her beauty, and that bed of roses really highlighted it.
He then walked towards the window, damn it was raining too, just like that day, the entire day today was exactly like that black Friday four years ago, the day he regrets, deeply. And that he was hoping he could fix, now that he can he wanted so bad to fix.
"What a coincidence, today it's Friday too" he said still looking at the falling rain outside while a black car was coming in to the house through the double metal doors that separated the house from the streets and the world outside.
Hello everyone, I'm back with this new story, and I hope I don't lose all inspiration on this one and also hope to get to finished all of my other stories too.
Like always, suggestions and criticisms are always welcome.