I have written a story and I just started a preface!.
The story is about a teenage girl who fell in love with a boy, from an indian reservation, who has the ability to shift into a wolf!. The boy met the girl by mistake and he instantly fell in love with her because of some old indian soul-mate related legend!. He tells her everything and she can't help herself from falling in love with him too!.
So he needs to leave because an enemy clan has found out that he had exposed who they are to an outsider and they attempt to find her and kill her before anyone else finds out their secret!. He leaves, hoping that she would let go and that the enemy clan would suspect it was just a rumor!.
So he tells her he doesn't love her anymore, although he does, just to save her!. So he leaves and she is broken!.
How does this sound for a preface for that part!?
Loss!.
Loss is hard!. Too hard!.
Most of the time it’s permanent, but either way it’s brutal!.
But what ever is gone isn’t really completely gone!. The memories don’t fade easily!. As much as you want them to leave, they don’t!. They seem to stick even more now than before!. You feel as if they haunt your every thought, as if your mind sub consciously replays them just to remind you!. As if someone above has it out for you and they want to make you life a living nightmare!. It hurts, too much to cope!.
What’s lost is never really gone!. Maybe physically, but never mentally!. You beg for the reminiscences to stop, you beg to gain the force to let go!. Leave the past to be dead and gone!. When the end comes, let it go; they say!.
But that is easier said than done!. You can’t completely erase a memory!.
And the pain that accompanies the memories is harsh!. And strong!. So strong that it crushes you!. So strong that it rips your heart out of your chest and threatens to be the end of you!. And that almost never leaves either!.
The feelings, the dreams, and the life you could’ve had!. Gone!. All gone in an instant!. They didn’t even get a chance to really start!.
The thought of that would crush anyone!. Leave them broken beyond recognition!. Would haunt them forever!.
I was broken!. I will always be broken!. Almost nothing can save me now!. Except one thing!.
Who said you can’t still hope!? Who said you can’t stand until the end!?
I will wait!. I will stand until the end!. The possibility of regaining my losses was slim, but I still hoped!.
Here I wait!. Here I stand: broken, pained, emotionally dead and full of hope that was useless, waiting for some sliver of faith to wake me from my nightmare!. Wake me up from the dead!.
But was my hope enough to bring my loss back!?Www@QuestionHome@Com