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Prologue
When I was three years old, my father died. I don’t remember how; at the time I was too young to understand anything past the fact that he wasn’t coming home. By the time I was old enough to understand, no one would talk about it. Mom wasn’t really the same afterward; she was more protective and fragile. Sometimes at night when she thought I was sleeping I would hear her crying. I knew she was crying over the picture of him that she kept in the bottom drawer of her nightstand.
Once Mom got over the initial grief of his death, she seemed to purge him from our lives. She threw away all of his stuff, took down all pictures of him, moved us to a new town, and never mentioned him again. That picture was the only one left of him in the house. She didn’t know I knew about it either. If she had, she probably would have gotten rid of it. That sure would have saved all of us a lot of trouble and heartache.
If it weren’t for that picture in her nightstand drawer, I wouldn’t have had a clue what my father looked like.
I also wouldn’t have recognized him when Ryan showed me the article that would change both of our lives forever—for better or for worse.
You can also read it on Wattpad here; http://www.wattpad.com/43586091-findi...
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It’s taken us five years to get here. Five years, four nights in a hospital, three lost friends, two major fights, and one attempted murder. And, of course, that all-important partridge in a pear tree.
“Marry me.”
Those two little words made it all disappear.
Theresa and I met in high school. I was on the cheer squad; she hung out with the stoners in the back lot smoking. We met when our science teacher decided that I would be her new tutor. It was hate at first sight.
Then something changed.
We began meeting outside of school. First we met at the library, then we migrated to a local coffee shop, and soon she was coming over to my house to study. Then my boyfriend broke up with me. I went through two boxes of tissues, had a twenty-four-hour movie marathon of the worst rom coms ever made, and burned the sweater he gave me for Christmas. The funniest part of it was that the only person who could cheer me up was Theresa.
Eventually we started seeing each other secretly. We went on dates and strolled together in the park, holding hands when we thought nobody was looking.
Two years later we decided to come out at prom. Cliché right? We lost three of our closest friends and I made one of the hardest decisions of my life: I broke up with her, cruelly.
I didn’t see her for two years after that, until we met one day at a bar and still clicked. We were heading to my apartment when some guys attacked us. They were going to kill us but the police showed up, they even admitted it. I was in a coma for four days. After we were released we had our second big fight: I wanted to stay hidden, but she refused to hide. She won, and we’ve been together publicly since.
Now, one year later she kneels in front of me outside that same bar, holding a ring and saying those magical words.
“Marry me.”
And I realize that I’m finally home.
TheWittyRomantic wrote: "Something I wrote for a flash fiction contest, let me know what you think."I love it! :)
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I love it! :)"
thank you! XD
I will keep an ongoing list of links to my writing here, where I will slowly add a few things at a time.
Most of my links will be to Wattpad. My Wattpad account can be found here; http://www.wattpad.com/user/TheWittyR...
I will also be posting some snippets and teasers of my current WIP in the comments, maybe even full chapters and/or prologues.
Comments/feedback/suggestions are always welcome, either here or on the corresponding websites!
Hope you enjoy!
Tears
A short, three page story about two friends confessing their love for each other. Contains LGBT content, do not comment or read if you find such content offensive.
Wattpad: http://www.wattpad.com/story/8886513-...
Goodreads: https://www.goodreads.com/story/show/...