N O S T A L G I C (incomplete)

10- Interpretations

*Brett's POV*

She walks away with the odd sniff and I feel to cry too but I wait until she disappears before letting it all out. I cry softly with no sound and just let the tears roll down my cheecks. We aren't allowed to be together. It's a rule. Our social division dictates that you cannot cross divisions almost like society dictates that boys aren't allowed to cry, that they're supposed to be strong and tough. She doesn't "fit" in with us but that's what I love about her. She's not like the other girls I've dated. She's different, fragile and special. She's tough, has a rough skin and needs someone to soften her up a bit. I shed another tear while watching the sun set, the same place we did the last time. I didn't need one last anything what I want and need is her for as long as time allows it. See the word love now a days is so overrated, used too casually and too often. 'I love that shoe' or 'I love the way you dress' and even 'I love you' etc. Really? Really? Fuck it! Do you really love that shoe or the way that person dresses or even that person? Do you really love it? Do you? Cause the last time I checked you said the same thing to each of the girls you've dated. 'You're cute', 'You're hot', 'You're sexy' and the most common one 'You're different'. I am guilty of this too. But my girl you're not different to him he says that to each and every other girl who comes along just to make them feel special and you fall for it each time. To love and to be loved is to feel the sun from BOTH SIDES.
Society has lost all knowledge of love, how to love and what love means. If you loved that shoe so much then after the first time you wore it you would clean it immediately and pack it away and you'd do this everytime you wear it, not chuck it around your room only to find it under you bed filled with dust and a smelly old sock five months later. No! Love is when you clearly see that persons faults but you have strong feelings for them anyway. True love is loving that person with their faults, for who they are and not what you invision of that person. This is the way I love Astin. I love her even though she's damaged, even though she's not the prettiest, even though she doesnt dress the best etc. I love her perfectly with her imperfections. When you love someone for what you invision them to be thats when your relationship and love for that person becomes fake and that's why many relationships dont last now a days. Love the other without pride so that you may move on from difficult situations. And if you were to ask me why I love her I would simply answer:
"I dont know why but I just love her."

After that long walk home I lay in bed and switch the TV on to see whats playing. There's a whole lot of crap playing so I close my eyes and drift off.

"Brett honey, its okay come here. God is with her she'll be okay." I know this sweet voice all too well and I try to snap out of my dream, I try to get away but nothing I am still crying into the chair. I know this dream all too well to know that it isn't a nice one.
Felicity picks me up and lies me down beside my sister. She smells so sterile, like hospital. I wipe my tears and examime her head full of bandages. My mother then bursts in through the door, all hesterical with the creases of worry on her forehead. She picks me up and starts to cry. I am too afraid to ask what happend to Ashley and what's wrong but the doctor comes in and answers that for me anyway.
"I am sorry to say that because of the beating the girls had given her, it has resulted in her losing her hearing." The doctor gives a soft smile and leaves us to take in the information. It looks like they attacked her head, hitting it with something over and over again. Her face is swolen and blue, black eyes, she doesnt look good at all. I might only be 8 but I understand what they meant. She was bullied and Ashley probably didnt listen to them and they... they beat her up. The bullying must have been going on for a long time because she always came home with a new blue mark that only I would notice. My mother was too busy with work to notice. Mom put me down and started crying over Ashley and just then a beep sound started going off.

I wake up drenched in sweat. I hate having this dream. It makes me scared for Astin because I mean after all she had the courage to smack Viccy but she will come back even harder. This is why I asked for this favour which I am not fulfilling, because Ashley was bullied and now she's deaf.

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Hii guys.

I have decided to try and include an inspirational quote or quote of the day at the end of each chapter and today's one is:

'To love and to be loved is to feel the sun from BOTH SIDES.'

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