Peter's point of view:
Winter is making me shiver while my body temperature warms. I can't help myself though. If she truly is out on her jog, then where is she?
I know she wears a bright blue pair of shoes with bright pink shoelaces. She always runs with music plugged in and she always...always...wears two tank...tops.
A woman with soft curls runs in front of me with Selena's exact clothing.
I catch up to her and run beside her. Slightly I brush my forearm against hers.
"Hey."
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Selena:
This weird man keeps brushing his arm against mine and I'm actually starting to get a little pissed off.
I rip my ear buds out and decide to confront the man about it. My feet stop and I turn to face him.
"Sir is there a problem?" I ask with attitude.
"Sir?" His deep voice questions.
I couldn't help myself though, I stare directly into his eyes and melt. Those brownie eyes could stop anybody. Then his soft dirty blonde hair that seems to dangle slightly in his eyes.
"Wh-wha-what do you want?" I stutter in hallucination.
"Selena it's me...Peter." His voice almost hurt.
"Who?"
Now I could see the pain, the utter able pain in his face.
"You don't remember me?"
"I hardly remember what I did last night. Who are you?"
"Maybe we should go someplace and talk." He counters.
"Maybe you should just say it right here."
"Selena, I'm your Fiancé."
Shock runs through me and I don't believe another word this man tends to say to me.
"No, I would've remembered something like that!" I scream at him.
"Take a look at your hand."
I peer down at the dazzling diamond in the center of the ring. It does look like an engagement ring. What?
"N-N-No."
"Selena, do you remember me at all? even a tiny bit?" His voice in deep pain.
"No, but wait, why am I your fiancé huh? How did we happen? why can't I remember?"
"Please Selena, calm down, if you-"
"Calm Down?!?! You want me to calm down? NO!"
"Just come with me to the coffee shop, I'll explain it all."
"I refuse to-"
"SELENA PLEASE!" his anger rolls forth.
Peter never used to treat me like this...
WAIT WHO SAID THAT?!?!
I begin to hyperventilate. Oh god why? Why?
"Please..." he says more calmer and his eyes soften.
I have no choice. I can't help the effect he gives me.
"UGH! OKAY! Okay! I'll go."
He smiles widely and leads me to the coffee shop.
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Deep Regression
RomanceDepression has become the Ultimate death sentence since 2007. Many have jumped off buildings, and slit their wrists. Finally the government has decided to take action, putting the ill away. Its 2015, and so much has changed. Bill of rights intact...
