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| I took her out to a restaurant. We could�ve ordered pizza, but I decided to empty out my pockets and take her to someplacenice. So we went.
Dinner was perfect. I looked into her eyes the whole time,trying to read her thoughts, trying to read into her soul. I thought she had to be a good person inside. She was the only girl I ever wanted. On the way home, she put her hand on my leg. Hormones aside, I have never felt a deeper sense of infatuation. I can�t call it love, because love is an emotion developed over time. But I cared for this girl, and her physical display of affection made me feel as if she felt the same way. A car pulled up next to me. I don�t remember what it looked like. A thuggish looking guy stared directly at me while revving his engine. He had a lowered Honda civic with custom rims, mufflers and spoiler. It has racing stripes and sported racing company emblems which frequently substituted the word �Asian� with �AZN�. Stupid, if you ask me. Everyone has that frickin� car. This mofo wants to race? I thought. Well, I�ll destroy him! With my girl by my side, I had never besides that moment felt the need to display my superiority and masculinity. For this girl, I would travel to the ends of the earth to prove my feelings for her. She was in my eyes immaculate, white and pure. So, what the heck? A car race is easier than going to the ends of the damn earth. Green light. A moment of hesitation. BOO YA! I slammed that gas pedal and took OFF! She was smiling with excitement. She was perfect. Honda Civic boy next to me was kind of ahead, so I stepped it up a notch. Red light. The civic slammed its brakes, tires screeching and burned rubber filled the atmosphere. I beat the red light, and a van slammed into my car from the left side. My side. I looked at the girl that I was beginning to love, for one last breath. I envisioned the future we might have had, and smiled at the thought that I had the chance, even for one night to be a part of her life. My life seemed complete. Metal crunched in around me and a shooting pain seared throughout my body. Glass shards screamed towards my face. BLACK. Upright in my bed, breathing heavily, I glanced at the clock. It was 3 A.M. This was definitely a nightmare. A horrible one. I tried to get up to get a glass of water, but I couldn�t move. I quickly discovered that I was in a full body cast. I was not at home. Everything was not fine. I was in the hospital. So the crash actually happened? Out of the corner of my eye I caught a dozen roses with a get- well card attached. In the darkness I could make out the words written in red ink: Get well soon. I am sorry for your loss. My loss? My� oh my God! Was she gone? Was the only girl I ever cared for truly gone? My heart exploded in a furious display of anguish. I felt dead inside. I no longer cared for mangled self. I could only think of the love I lost, and how it hurt me inside my soul. She was gone. I cried myself to sleep, having lost the will to live. I awoke again with a start. I got up and washed my face. Confusion struck me. Wasn�t I in the hospital? Didn�t I have a crash? Didn�t I go on a date? But I was back home, somehow, and my dreams blurred with my reality. Was I awake or stuck in another dream? I had no idea and was extremely disoriented. I had no perception of the real world anymore. I figured it out, finally. I went on a date, everything went smoothly, and I went back home and had that horrible dream. Right? That was the most desirable solution for me, and I convinced myself of that. After all, how could I make up feelings of love so deep for one person? Its impossible. Love doesn�t make up itself. I found the girl�s phone number and dialed it. That lovely girl of my dreams, and of my real life. But as the phone rang I began to wonder, did I ever take her out at all? Or did I just imagine everything? �Hello?� her sweet voice answered. I opened my mouth to speak. NOTE: This story was written in roughly 30 minutes with no revisions. I know its gay and it sucks, but I tried my best to write a story off the top of my head. |
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