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My name is Brittany and I made this blog to let my friends see the short stories I write. Some of my short stories are true, not most. I make most up. I called this blog "Wilted Rose" because the rose symbolizes love and the wilt in the rose symbolizes heartbreak, which we all go through. I put that in some of my stories, and I've faced it before, and I know I'll face it again.

Sunday, April 3, 2011

Asleep

It was late at night, I knew. But my surroundings told me otherwise. It was bright outside and I was in town, walking down the street.
That's when I saw him.
He was across the street from me, with someone. I didn't see the person's face though. I didn't have a clue about who it was.
They were talking to eachother and he sounded happy. I heard a voice from the same place but didn't recognize it enough to know who it was. I figured it was one of his friends, a girl though. I was okay with it, as I didn't get jealous that easily.
Though I did hear more of their conversation, not intentionally, but that's what happened. They weren't talking about anything interesting. Small talk, I guess you could say.
Then I noticed something. They looked at eachother and smiled. This didn't bother me until I glanced down to their hands. They were together, hers interlocked in his.
I was hurt. I couldn't believe at all that anything like this could have ever happened. He was mine. Yet they were laughing together and holding hands.
I couldn't look over anylonger. I turned away and closed my eyes tightly, trying to convince myself that this was a dream.
That's when I woke up. It was night again and none of this had happened, yet I was on the verge of crying. I reached for my iPod and played something happy, something I knew would take my mind off of that nightmare. I played his favorite song over and over until I fell asleep.

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