Black
I shook my head, try to dislodge the pain in my thoughts. Her mom continues to cry, sobs echoing through the threshold.
At that moment I swear something died in me.
I wanted to have said no to Tyler when he asked me to play Oreo. I wanted to spare myself the heartache I thought I was going to give her.
All the smiles she gave me, and I never returned one of them.
We went on a date, and I didn't even tell her how beautiful she looked.
All those times I saw her at school, I never said hi. I sat in classes with her, and when the teacher said to get a partner, I never picked her.
She gave me a present and what did I give her?
When she was sick what did I do? I didn't worry, I didn't even think she needed or wanted anything. I helped sure, but I didn't care if she got well, I had my own goal of not feeling guilty.
I sealed myself off from her because she was different and my friends didn't like her.
She can't be gone! I pushed passed Ms. Sanders, rushing up the stairs.
I wouldn't let her be dead. I had to be sure. I hadn't even told her I...
I threw open the door and I just about wept.
She was dressed in silky ebony, a bareback that was woven with see-through roses. The dress stopped at her feet, were blood red heels that matched the roses hid her toes.
Her face was covered in saltwater. Eyes dark red, but also deep, and depressed, and aware. Stray curls stuck to her cheeks. A smile lights up her face and she cries, "Thomas!"
At that moment I swear something died in me.
I wanted to have said no to Tyler when he asked me to play Oreo. I wanted to spare myself the heartache I thought I was going to give her.
All the smiles she gave me, and I never returned one of them.
We went on a date, and I didn't even tell her how beautiful she looked.
All those times I saw her at school, I never said hi. I sat in classes with her, and when the teacher said to get a partner, I never picked her.
She gave me a present and what did I give her?
When she was sick what did I do? I didn't worry, I didn't even think she needed or wanted anything. I helped sure, but I didn't care if she got well, I had my own goal of not feeling guilty.
I sealed myself off from her because she was different and my friends didn't like her.
She can't be gone! I pushed passed Ms. Sanders, rushing up the stairs.
I wouldn't let her be dead. I had to be sure. I hadn't even told her I...
I threw open the door and I just about wept.
She was dressed in silky ebony, a bareback that was woven with see-through roses. The dress stopped at her feet, were blood red heels that matched the roses hid her toes.
Her face was covered in saltwater. Eyes dark red, but also deep, and depressed, and aware. Stray curls stuck to her cheeks. A smile lights up her face and she cries, "Thomas!"
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Omg just... Wow.... Speechless
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2018-06-14 22:31:59
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Black
😱 omg yessssss
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2018-10-12 19:02:15
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Black
I love how you describe her here!
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2018-11-23 14:22:42
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