Mark Savage
I was sat watching, watching as life passed me by.
The village was buzzing with Christmas shoppers, a few Christmas stalls scattered around the small village. A sweetie stall that sold sweet, sticky candy for the little kids to hype themselves up on. A stall selling glittery, colourful Xmas decorations and a stall with toys and gadgets that would interest children and teenagers. There was a food stall that was setup near the back steps of Chez Chez or was it The Loft again, I couldn't keep up with the name changes, to me it was just a place to get drunk and forget, forget that I am not really Mark Savage, forget that my ex girlfriend was murdered by some heartless monster. Who could hurt Texas? My Exgirlfriend, Texas, she was the kindest person I knew with a heart big enough to love this cruel world. Most of all it was a place to forget how I gave up on her, My Texas, that hurt the most!
Currently I was sat on a bench in the village which was well hidden, out of sight of prying eyes. My last memories on this bench were with Texas, I needed to feel close to her, nobody understands my pain. Everyone treats my brother like he has lost someone, I suppose he has, he has lost someone, lost what I have but he didn't love her like I did, no, I loved her with my whole heart and now she has gone and I am left, left with a big gaping hole in my heart that only Texas can fill. My sweet Texas.
I broke from my thoughts noticing a few tears had fallen. Quickly I wiped them away with my jacket sleeve, I didn't want anyone to see even though I was well hidden amongst the bushes and trees, someone could still see and if someone saw they would just think I was lame, they wouldn't understand, nobody understands.