I’m sorry it took so long to post. I was going to stop the story in general but decided not to. Here you are Amelia.
HER POV
I’m sitting at home alone in my pjs and somehow thought of him manage to drift into my head. How his arms wrapped around my waist, how he used to whispered ‘I love you’ in my ear, how we would lie in his families hammock and plan out our lives together. We weren’t supposed to fall in love, we weren’t supposed to last but after the time we spent together it was hard not to. How he used to tell me ‘when I make it big, you’re coming with me. We’ll be together and love each other together .’ That all changed the day he actually made it big, we were walking hand in hand at the dock near his house when he told me.
HIS POV
I felt an arm and a leg wrapped around me. My mind was blank, maybe it’s her. I opened my eyes to be met by a fake blonde. The memories of last night came flooding back to me. The drinks, the pain when thinking of her, the chaos. This wasn’t my way of drowning it all out, she was my only way to drown it all out.
HER POV
This can’t be happening; I have to switch with someone. I can’t let myself see his brown eyes that can hide all his emotions. That can stay dry as they ruin my, life, our plans. The plans that were supposed to last a lifetime. My thoughts were drifting farther and farther away from my writing and more towards to him until my editor Mark came over.
“I know you aren’t a big hockey fan but this story could be good for your writing. Your readers won’t mind.”
I couldn’t anything to his comment; the constant ache in my heart had taken over again. I had to get over him one way or another. I had to come down from cloud misery.
“Well it seems like a big honor, especially knowing how nig of a pencils fan you are.”
I knew the team in Pittsburgh was the Penguins. The team he left me for, the team that changed my life and put me in this state of shame.
“Actually, it’s the Penguins. But it’s fine, I know hockey is not your forte.”
“I’ll go do my research then.”
“Good idea”
HIS POV
As I lay in bed in my home I felt out of place you shouldn’t feel that way in your own home. My opinion drifted back to the night I told her I was leaving because of the draft. How she ran away weeping, the two hours of looking for her and finding her curled up in my bed in my favorite hoodie, taking her into my arms and falling asleep with her in my arms, and listening her cry herself to sleep. The way she whispered ‘don’t go’ as I fell asleep. Everything after that had been a blur. Now I lay here alone I wish I had her in my arms telling me she loves me and that we will be together forever. That a loss was just one loss and not to get so worked up about it. To jump in my arms after a loss, to know I have someone to come home to after a road-trip. In my mind I know I made a mistake in letting her go.
