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Jun 08
fiction 2 comments challenge: Unsaid
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Masii

To Hard To say


“How are you doing?” “Can we talk?” “Please, don't leave.” Those are things I could have said, things I should have said, things I didn't say. 
When I look back on that day, I see her hand reaching out to me, her lips forming a fake smile, that, everything's-going-to-be-okay smile. I couldn't bare to look at her, I just wanted to run away, and never stop running. I wanted to feel the breeze in my bangs, and the smell of wild lilacs rizing to my nose. I wanted to run up a mountain and lean over the edge just enough so that it felt like I was on top of the world. But I didn't say anything, I didn't run, I just stood there, not able to form the right words, or any words. They were the most important words at the time, and I left them unsaid.
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  1. semacdonald
    Jun 08, 2017

    I really like this and the vivid images it gives. I love the description of the breeze in your bangs and the wild lilacs. Try going back and editing it a bit to make sure the spelling and grammar is right to make it even better! Great job!

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  1. Masii
    Jun 08, 2017

    Thanks!

    Isa

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