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Annie
The sound of my heart was pounding in my ears. I could feel the blood rushing to my face. Not because I was embarrased by proclaiming my love to him but because I was furious. After all those years I spent loving him. Waiting for him to realize he was the perfect one for me. He leaves. Leaves as if I was nothing to him. I’ll never forgive him for this. “I hope you never find peace and that old Chevy breaks down and leaves you stranded you coward!” I know he can’t hear me over the roar of the engine but it feels good to yell.
Dave
I can see her yelling up a storm in my rear view mirror. I hope she doesn’t hate me. Oh, who am I kidding? She has every right to hate me. That woman loved me and cared for me better then anyone else ever could have and I pushed her away and drug her around. I slam my hands against the wheel. “God damnit! How could you? She was the best damn thing to ever happen to me.” She desereved better. I loved her. “I love you Annie.” I say this with a trembling voice. “I’m doing this for you. For the both of us.” I hope she can find peace with me leaving.
Rebecca
Love is a strange thing; A feeling if you will. It brings people together and tears others apart. It’s supposed to be something cherished but I’ve seen so many throw it away. Why? That’s the real question I want answered. I watched my mom and dad be completely in love then completely fall out of love but for the life of me I can’t figure out why. What makes someone fall so hard then leave it so quickly?
Johnny
Waking up around noon with a migrane and smell of perfume on my shirt lets me know I definitly had a good time last night. Sleep all day and part all night. What could make this better? Oh, I forgot. A girl that’ll actually stick around and do that with me. I need to find someone to settle down with. Rolling out of bed I reach for my phone. Six missed calls from Annie and a voicemail.
“Johnny please pick up. Dave left. I don’t know where he went,”
she’s crying so hard I can barely understand a word she’s saying, “If you can, come over please. I don’t know what to do.”
Shit. She’s probably scared as hell. I quickly slip on some jeans and a shirt, brush my teeth and run my fingers through my hair. Running for the truck I can’t help but worry she’s done something bad. “Hang on Annie. I’m coming for you.”
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