Random and slightly pointless introduction: So I seriously just got bored and was having writer's block with... well, with all my other stories. I started writing a new one, which, in retrospect, really doesn't solve my problem. But anyways... enjoy and please review :)
FLASHFORWARD
"Stan! Please, I'm begging you, don't... don't do this..." Wendy ran over, tears streaming down her face. She grabbed the doorknob from me and pushed the door closed. "I love you, Stan, I really do. Please, just keep trying, we can make this work..."
I let go of the door and sighed, dropping my suitcase. "I did try, Wendy. You have no idea. I loved you, too, but... I look at you now, and... Well, to be frank, I can't stand you. What you did... It was unforgivable," I said, coldly and quietly.
Her periwinkle eyes widened with shock and she moved away from the door. "You never really let me talk to you about it," she murmured. "I really think we can fix this... Maybe we can go to counseling or something... Please, don't give up Stan, you mean the world to me. I really want this to work. Just... let's try to talk... Please..."
I closed my eyes briefly. Her voice was getting so weak, it was so unlike her. When I opened my eyes again, she had crumbled onto the floor. "Wendy, what do you want me to do? What do you want from me?"
She looked up at me with huge, sad eyes. "I just want you, Stan..."
"I'm sorry," I replied, unable to look her in the eyes. "I just can't pretend any more. Goodbye, Wendy."
I picked up my things and walked out to my car, not looking back, no matter how many times Wendy shouted my name.