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I stood there, cold as ice, freezing. I could not believe what had just happened. I was alone; completely and utterly alone. As the black of night slowly enveloped me, I began to cry. Tears flowed down my face like a hurricane. Uncontrollable rage took a stranglehold of my emotions, and I started shaking. Unintelligible mumbling was all that came out when I tried to talk. I looked for anyone or anything to help me, but no one was there. Just yesterday I had felt so loved and warm, but now, all I felt were the frozen tears dripping down my face. She had broken my heart.
All that had been was gone. All my hopes and dreams had been shattered; I was left with a feeling of emptiness and disillusionment. I was disillusioned with humanity, distrustful because it lies and cheats to get what it wants. The feeling of depression soon returned. That feeling had come back from a week-long vacation and was prepared to drag me down again. I had almost changed everything for her. I told her that I would conform and be just like everyone else. I would even change my faith. I would do that all that for her, and all that I had done was wasted. For what seemed like forever, I had been fading out of life: constantly searching for an answer to my prayers. Years had passed since any emotion other than a blank expression had crossed my face.
She had made me feel complete, optimistic, and almost… happy. With just four words, she ended my happiness. Never before in my life had one person broken me apart. Sadly, there was more to my punishment. She was in one of my classes, and because of this, I would be reminded every day of how deceiving looks really are. She was an angel with a devil’s heart. She was a cupid with poison arrows. Every day, I was forc...
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...utual affection for each other, I asked her, “Do you love me?” and she just hugged me and whispered yes into my ears.
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Everything seems like it’s falling out of place, it’s going too fast, and my mind is out of control. I think these thoughts as I lay on my new bed, in my new room, in this new house, in this new city, wondering how I got to this place. “My life was fine,” I say to myself, “I didn’t want to go.” Thinking back I wonder how my father felt as he came home to the house in Stockton, knowing his wife and kids left to San Diego to live a new life. Every time that thought comes to my mind, it feels as if I’m carrying a ten ton boulder around my heart; weighing me down with guilt. The thought is blocked out as I close my eyes, picturing my old room; I see the light brown walls again and the vacation pictures of the Florida and camping trip stapled to them. I can see the photo of me on the ice rink with my friends and the desk that I built with my own hands. I see my bed; it still has my checkered blue and green blanket on it! Across from the room stands my bulky gray television with its back facing the black curtain covered closet. My emotions run deep, sadness rages through my body with a wave of regret. As I open my eyes I see this new place in San Diego, one large black covered bed and a small wooden nightstand that sits next to a similar closet like in my old room. When I was told we would be moving to San Diego, I was silenced from the decision.
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