Song Drabble: Unrequited
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mindcrackloveSooooo, found a prompt!
PUT YOUR ITUNES ON SHUFFLE AND WRITE A SHORT DRABBLE INSPIRED BY THE FIRST SONG THAT PLAYS.
(Bonus: try to write it before the song ends.)
I shuffled to Nico and Vinz's "Am I Wrong"
Didn't really get the time on it, but did it a heck of a lot quicker than my other stuff :P
I left names out, so it is basically any ship. I found I don't really like using names...
Anyway! This is very close to unedited, but it should be alright.
Enjoy!
I've tried so many times to tell her. We've grown up together, me a few houses down. When we were younger, I almost lived at her house. I've gotten to watch as we both blossomed into adulthood and then things got complicated. I realized I loved her.
Then HE came along. The stereotypical "bad boy", the "sexy guy" with the toys and the fame that could get any girl he wanted. But he had to take her. The one person I actually cared about. My heart wrenched, the knife turning once again.
Months passed, and I heard from her less and less. Me being the polite gentleman, had simply stood to the side, and let her have what she wanted. I had tried to explain how he wasn't good enough for her, but she has always been stubborn.
The pain still lingering, my hand fell, dropping the fancy envelope, proclaiming "Save the Date!", asking me to RSVP to their wedding in a couple of months. Having not seen her in months, the thought tempted me. Should I go, try to persuade her one last time, or should I just let her do as she wishes?
I woke up a couple months later, the calendar reminding me of the ceremony that was to take place. I rolled out of bed and shuffled to my closet, hovering there for too long. I had reserved my place in the crowd, but now that it was upon me, I wasn't sure I could do it anymore. My hand went between my tuxedo and a light jacket, switching each time my mind changed direction. It finally fell on the jacket.
I stumbled into the living room, and slumped on the couch, intent to turn on a movie and waste the day away. Then I started thinking about her again. I remembered everything about her, lamenting how much she had changed to be who he wanted her to be, how she went out less and less. I stopped, and realized I had written all of it down. I sighed, knowing that I had to at least tell her all of it. I may not be able to tell her in person, but she deserved it nonetheless.
I drove to the church and walked in, hearing the Wedding March playing. Resisting the temptation to peek, to confirm that she would indeed be the most beautiful bride, I went into her suite and put the folded letter on the table and left.
My part was done.
PUT YOUR ITUNES ON SHUFFLE AND WRITE A SHORT DRABBLE INSPIRED BY THE FIRST SONG THAT PLAYS.
(Bonus: try to write it before the song ends.)
I shuffled to Nico and Vinz's "Am I Wrong"
Didn't really get the time on it, but did it a heck of a lot quicker than my other stuff :P
I left names out, so it is basically any ship. I found I don't really like using names...
Anyway! This is very close to unedited, but it should be alright.
Enjoy!
I've tried so many times to tell her. We've grown up together, me a few houses down. When we were younger, I almost lived at her house. I've gotten to watch as we both blossomed into adulthood and then things got complicated. I realized I loved her.
Then HE came along. The stereotypical "bad boy", the "sexy guy" with the toys and the fame that could get any girl he wanted. But he had to take her. The one person I actually cared about. My heart wrenched, the knife turning once again.
Months passed, and I heard from her less and less. Me being the polite gentleman, had simply stood to the side, and let her have what she wanted. I had tried to explain how he wasn't good enough for her, but she has always been stubborn.
The pain still lingering, my hand fell, dropping the fancy envelope, proclaiming "Save the Date!", asking me to RSVP to their wedding in a couple of months. Having not seen her in months, the thought tempted me. Should I go, try to persuade her one last time, or should I just let her do as she wishes?
I woke up a couple months later, the calendar reminding me of the ceremony that was to take place. I rolled out of bed and shuffled to my closet, hovering there for too long. I had reserved my place in the crowd, but now that it was upon me, I wasn't sure I could do it anymore. My hand went between my tuxedo and a light jacket, switching each time my mind changed direction. It finally fell on the jacket.
I stumbled into the living room, and slumped on the couch, intent to turn on a movie and waste the day away. Then I started thinking about her again. I remembered everything about her, lamenting how much she had changed to be who he wanted her to be, how she went out less and less. I stopped, and realized I had written all of it down. I sighed, knowing that I had to at least tell her all of it. I may not be able to tell her in person, but she deserved it nonetheless.
I drove to the church and walked in, hearing the Wedding March playing. Resisting the temptation to peek, to confirm that she would indeed be the most beautiful bride, I went into her suite and put the folded letter on the table and left.
My part was done.
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Date: Thursday, February 5th, 2015 05:19 am (UTC)*worriedly nibbles on her fingernails and runs out*