This is a piece I started writing in high school. Unfortunately I haven’t finished it as yet. Please let me know what you think.
“After all these years of knowing you, you’re not only my boyfriend but my best friend as well. You’re the person I tell all my secrets too and after all this time I really don’t want to loose that. I don’t want to loose you.” She paused. “I know that training is going to be a long, hard task but without you at the end of the phone to help me work through the events at the end of a tiring day, I honestly don’t think I could make it through. To be honest it isn’t something I want to put to the test.” The tears at this point were more real and running slowly down Sam’s cheeks, leaving damp tracks in their wake. “I don’t want us to split up James. Quite the opposite, please can we work through this? Together?”
The sun had set and the rain was flowing freely running down the conservatory doors, leaving tracks in their past, James couldn’t help noticing. The night sky had opened into a whole host of colours with the stars beginning to peak through the remnants of the clouds, slowly parting to give way to a waxing moon. Even so it wasn’t eight o’clock but the drawing winter nights were making their presence clearly known.
James nodded slowly and stood up, walked round the back of Sam’s chair and wrapped his arms around her shoulders, kissed her hair softly and then nuzzled his head into the side of her neck. Sam was sat holding both of James hands with one of hers scared that if she was to let go she’d be letting go of him for good. With the other hand she was subconsciously stroking his hair.
“Of course we can Babe; we can do anything as long as we stick together.” He murmured softly into her ear. “Shall we go upstairs and watch a DVD?” He said thus breaking away from the old conversation now clear in both their heads that they didn’t need to talk about it again. She looked at him and nodded mutely. He gently pulled her up from the seat, as Sam was still unwilling to let go of either hand and led her up the stairs.
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