Wednesday, November 24, 2010

non fiction

He ­walked by my side, trying to catch up with my pace.
“I’m sorry,” he repeated.

His hand reached out for mine but I pulled away, in the most aggressive manner.
We continued to walk and I didn’t even notice how fast I was going until he pointed it out.

“Can you please walk slower?”

As we walked through the park, I remember:

I was pissed at everyone else before this and now I’m unreasonably mad at him.
Basically, I was throwing a week’s worth of anger right at him.
And I’m sure he didn’t deserve that. Even though he did piss me off a bit.

“I’m really sorry,” he said, breaking my thoughts.

I don’t know what came to me but my arms reached out for his neck and I was suddenly weeping.
“I’m sorry,” I whimpered.



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i used too much on 'sorry' and 'walk'. gahuaaha.
and the last few sentences seems a bit rushed, i dont knowwww

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