It's getting better, isn't it? I think so...so much so I can't even bear to look at the older stuff at the bottom! I worry at what shocking errors I will find...maybe it's better that way; signs of progression!
Friday, January 4, 2008
...losing you (third person - omniscient)
Answers were impossible, she had given him all the answers before she left. No amount of begging or I Love You's could amount to the strength of her feeling (or lack of in this case.) Every dawn of realisation hit home, every yesterdays dream lost and shattered into oblivion. All gone in less than the time it normally took them to share a pizza. Every memory of her laughter, smile, curves or eyes caused his chest to tighten and more heartfelt tears. If he replaced the memories with reality he could see her smiling in her car, driving away from him. Away to whoever it was she was leaving him for. Every possible scenario bruised and cut him to ribbons. Leaving him was bad enough, leaving for someone else was worse. Leaving him alone was a fate worse than death, leaving for another life without him was unimaginable. Each one hurt like nothing before. He could call someone, but could he get the words out? Would he be 'less' of a man for crying out for help? Indeed, what help would he need? Too many questions and not enough answers. The only real answer he now had was that two minus one = nothing.