Creative Writing: The Wise Man's Fear By Patrick Rothfuss

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She stared at the glowing screen with deadpanned eyes. Angeline Dyer mindlessly flicked through the endless text conversations on her phone. Her green eyes, used to be full of cheerful life but now drained of any happiness that she once had and remembered so agonizingly clearly, were glued to the old memories that made her heart wrench. Her other hand was on a page of a neglected, open book called The Wise Man’s Fear by Patrick Rothfuss. Her fingertips touched a passage from the chapter: “I thought of all the others who had tried to tie her to the ground and failed. So I resisted showing her the songs and poems I had written, knowing that too much truth can ruin a thing. And if that meant she wasn't entirely mine, what of it? I would be the …show more content…

They all circled around one person who had once been the center of her life: William Arlert. It had been three long years since they went to separate high schools, the memories of a once-cherished friendship fading, little by little, into nothing. The two slowly lost touch among the months, until the end of freshman year when they had completely lost contact with each other. Will was completely oblivious of her feelings for him, merely thinking that it was simply friendly fondness when it was actually her hinting her affection for him. Angeline couldn’t figure out what was worse: being turned down by someone she loved or having the loved one be completely unaware of her feelings for him. She was a disregarded shadow in his lively life; he lived as she began to die a little every day. That little shred of hope, that little piece called chance that lived in the dark pool of doubt and disbelief from the treacherous depths of her heart, shriveled to nothing when she saw the picture: a brightly-smiling pair of lips belonging to a familiar honey-skinned boy against the lips of a pretty …show more content…

I finally found a girlfriend! Who knew someone like me could find one?” Will texted her out of the blue one day. Each word had sent a bullet through her heart, word by word, as she stared at the picture blankly until the truth dawned on her. The pain finally came like a cold, hard slap to the face. As usual, Angeline masked her suffering with jokes and sarcasm. “Oh my goodness, William Andrew Arlert! That is PDA! My eyes! My EYES!” But while her nonchalant, lively demeanor might’ve convinced her friends or family that she seemed fine, she was dead inside. Of all the people my heart could’ve chosen, it decided on a boy who didn’t have enough room in his heart to love someone like me, she thought. Different emotions punched her in the heart: bitterness for when he never made the effort to at least continue being friends with her; anger for his lack of concern for her; and sadness for knowing that he’ll never look at her like she had always looked at him. Every effort, every restless night, and every tear that was shed were wasted upon a boy she knew she could never love and who could never love back. He was her greatest source of strength, but he then became her fatal flaw that eventually led to the her greatest downfall. She had been endlessly chasing a dream that was too good to come true, until she realized that “happily ever after” doesn’t really exist in

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