Microfiction
She did love him, he knew. She never lied, about that anyway. What she did lie about was where she was, who she was, what she was doing, who she was doing it with while he waited every night for hours for the one phone call that could brighten his day. The one that sometimes never came.
What she did lie about was who she was, what he was to her, what she wanted in life. She wasn’t his soul mate, he wasn’t her soul mate, and she didn’t want to marry him, raise a family with him, grow old with him.
He did love her, she knew. He always told the truth, about that anyway. She loved him but she could never be with him. She could never trust him, believe him, or love him the way he did.
She would go out looking for someone that could fill the void that he could never, no matter how hard he tried. She went out using anyone and anything to feel that high she once felt. But she never found it.
She loved him, he knew.
He loved her, she knew.
The sound of the gun split them apart.
Over and over/Over and over/I fall for you/Over and over/Over and over/I try not to
2 comments:
ohhh my goddd kat this is so sad! i love youu and your depressing storiesss!! <3
Nice job using syntax to achieve effect here. Parallelism, anaphora, short, clipped sentences.
It would be interesting to debate interpretations of the last three lines in relation to the rest of the story.
Good job.
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