The way my heart just beats faster and faster the closer you get. But now you're gone. 745 miles away to never return to me. This fate has driven me to insanity. What am I supposed to do without you? I never thought I'd actually need to know the answer to that. Now I'm struggling with the loss of you. You. The one who I did everything with and would do anything for. My dearest friend, that I must let go. That's what you said I had to do even if you weren't going that far, only 745 miles, it didn't matter the only option was letting go. Option. That wasn't really an option, but more of an ultimatum which can be defined as a final demand or statement of terms, the rejection of which will result in retaliation or a breakdown in relations. I think that was the word you were searching for rather than option. I've come to hate that word and the definition that it holds with it. I do not find the word fair. I just have to deal with the consequences no matter how dire they may be. It's the fate of you and me. Us. That word doesn't seem to be real anymore, but meaningless.
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Creative Writing
Teen FictionI have borrowed writing prompts from various people to create my own short story type things. Most are not quite completed and if you'd like me to add more and continue with one just coment on it. Also if you have a prompt would like me to use just...
