The Last Time

The Last Time

A Story by Alisha Martin

This happened a while back.


It was the last time I would see him.

It was 7:30, he had called at 7 o'clock.

I had been laying there for the thirty minutes I had to wait. I wasn't sure how I should react. So I had just laid there. Thinking.

Should I want to see him?

Should I tell him to leave?

Should I be mean to him?

My phone finally rang. I answered.

"I'm here. Will you bring all your drawings?"

I agreed, and gathered them. I went outside in a huge T-shirt, boxer shorts, no make-up and my retainers still in.

Despite all of this, he smiled when I emerged.

We sat in the chairs on my porch. I hand over my stack of papers. He started shifting through them.

"Who is she?" He asked, pointing at a wide-eyed sickly girl.

"That's Dead Bones. She represents what you did to me."

He frowned for a bit.

I felt the tears prick my eyes.

"How do you feel about me? Honestly?" He asked, knitting his eyebrows together in a curious look.

Silence swallowed us. The humid air pressed against us, making my skin clammy. The sun was rising, but the clouds made everything grey.

"I want to hate you," I finally said. "You've torn me apart worse than anything I've ever experienced. You nearly killed me. But even looking at you now, all I see is the beautiful boy I tried to save."

He stood up, so I did too.

"Okay." He said.

He reached out and gathered me into his arms.

He held me so tight.

My tears soaked his bright blue shirt.

He pulled back, and moved his hands to my face.

His thumbs wiped away my tears.

We stood there for a long time.

The world coming to life around us.

Finally he bent down and kissed both of my cheeks.

Then my mouth.

I didn't kiss him back.

He sighed loudly. His eyes looked so sad.

And in that one moment, I really believed that he had loved me. Truly.

I let go of him. He let go of me.

It was like we had finally managed to break free. Of each other. Of this curse.

With one final look, he disappeared into his car and sped away.

It was the last time I had seen him.

It was eight o' clock in the morning.

© 2010 Alisha Martin

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Alisha Martin
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It makes me want more of a background story for the characters. Great write!

Posted 14 Years Ago

:) sounds like good closure hun

Posted 14 Years Ago

ppppfffffffffffffff....... woah.... Once again, you demonstrate the amazing ability to tug on the heartstrings of your readers.... If you don't get published someday it will be a crime :)

Posted 14 Years Ago

Wow, you really know how to tell a story. It seems I'm envious of almost every person's story I read. Anywho loved it, and the powerful 'feeling' I get when I read this. Very good.

Posted 14 Years Ago

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Added on April 7, 2010
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