Our relationship wasn’t long, no one physically died. He took my heart by storm, allowing me to fall quickly and directly on my face. Hard and strong. He was the kind of person all the girls are in awe of and it made them wonder how I had gotten him wrapped around my finger, even though it was completely the opposite. The days I spent with him, were days I sometimes look back on now and wish I had done them differently, but only for a split second. Today when I see his face I hate him. I want nothing to do with him, he disgusts me. He moved so softly like the middle of the ocean, but when the wave reaches the shore everything crashes. A shell gets washed up on the shore and is stuck there. I was the simple little shell and he was the wave that carried me then dropped me. Abandoned, alone.
The Story of Us(A Short Story)
By AMH_97
I was the simple little shell and he was the wave that carried me then dropped me. Abandoned, alone. Publishe... More