I wish spoken words were things that could be erased, forgotten. But now I know, and we could never go back. I watched him walk away from me, his hair soaked with rain and plastered to the sides of his head. I regretted everything I had just said. I knew that after this night I would never see him again, never smell the smoke on his clothes or taste the mint gum on his lips.
I didn't call his name and he didn't call mine. He walked ahead and didn't look back. He just kept walking, taking my love with him and leaving me with a shattered heart.
There was nothing I could do. There was a time when I opened my mouth to speak, but then closed it, turned on my heel and headed back in the direction of my house
you fell for it again omg. haha. this isn't about werewolves silleh.
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The Spoken Word
Teen FictionThis is my debut story on this site. It was a contest entry in a contest i lost and it can be found on figment.com as well. A girl describes breaking up with her boyfriend... I ask that if you read this, please do vote on it or comment
