Sorry, I didn't post today, but I combined yesterday's and today's prompts.
Prompt: You’re up early and It’s okay, you don’t have to love me. “You’re up early,” he says to me. I shrug my shoulders. I’m not really sure how to respond to that comment. It’s more observational than a question anyway, so I don’t know if I should even respond to that comment. “There’s something I have to say,” he continues on, obviously I don’t need to respond to the previous comment, he didn’t even really give me a chance to anyway. I nod for him to continue, which he does, I actually don’t even know if he saw my gesture or just didn’t care whether I responded or not, “I don’t want to be here. I can’t be here anymore.” I nod my head. He didn’t really say it, but I heard it nonetheless. He doesn’t love me. He never really loved me. We were just stuck in a situation where we had no escape, and we had tried to survive in anyway that we could. It wasn’t love. It wasn’t real. At least not for him. He had realized, when everything had settled down, that it was all just a mistake, that it was just the consequences of the situation we had found ourselves in. That’s okay. I know. I get it. It’s okay. I’ll be fine. You don’t have to love me. You don’t have to love me. I understand. You don’t have to love me because you know what, I loved you, enough for both of us. I loved you. You were my shelter. You were my everything. You know, when you’re driving in a rainstorm and you come to a bridge or a tunnel, and when you go under it, for the briefest of moments, there is no rain, the storm stops and everything is quiet and calm, and it almost seems like you are somewhere else. You forget that you were in a rainstorm, you forget everything but the quiet, calm, bliss that is the underneath of the bridge or tunnel. Then, when you leave the bridge, the rain starts up again, and you realize that the storm was still going, and all you had was a reprieve, not an actual solution. You were that tunnel for me, and I loved you for it.
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Prompt: Let’s get burgers
“Ugh,” Gemma sighed as she tossed the book aside and rubbed her eyes. The words were beginning to swim before her eyes, and she couldn’t comprehend anything that she was reading. She had been studying too long. “We should take a break,” Lance suggested. “Me too,” Gemma said, getting off of the bed and padding to the kitchen, “I’m hungry,” she opened the freezer and looked into it absently, “Why don’t we have any ice cream in this house? This is ridiculous. How can you have a real study break without ice cream?” “We can go get ice cream,” Lance shrugged. “But then we need to go out and get real food,” Gemma pouted. “Let’s go get some burgers,” Lance smiled. Gemma nodded. She could work with that. She went to get her coat and the two of them went on a study break date. |
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