In death do we meet....
Dear Annie,
This is one of my numerous letters to you. This one too is to ask you out.Maybe today if you came out with me, we could drive way down the highway, and we could sit under the shade of that dried up tree next to the stream. That's the place I feel the happiest. I feel that even when I say nothing to you, you can understand exactly what I mean.
Today was one of the worst days of my life- I saw you walking around with that guy Sam again. You know how awful I feel when I see you around with that guy? I makes me all sick inside. I swear, next time I see you with that guy, I'll kill him.....
He tore up the letter again, and threw it away. This was the fourth time he let his feelings show. No, he must be strong. He put down his pen, and started pacing furiously up and down. This was the tenth time this day he tried to write a letter.Someday, maybe he'd get out of there, but that day was a long time . There was nothing much to do, but sit on the ledge and stare at the Picasso impression hanging above his window. He stared at the complexity of the contours on the painting, and thought of the complexity of his life. Things had been so difficult since he moved away. I was so easy with her around.He walked out of the room and on to the balcony. He looked down onto the crowd gathering underneath his balcony. It appeared that someone had jumped from one of the high rise apartments. He heard the distant wail of the ambulance siren.
He walked back in ,life was dreary enough as it, knowing that he was all alone, and sad. He walked over to his desk and picked up the paper- the front page showed a picture of a suicide similar to the one in front of his apartment. "Girl jumps from 12th floor of high rise building. Cops speculating suicide"
The face of the girl looked familiar... No, it was Annie. This was not possible. He had just left her standing there yesterday. No, this could not be happening. No, God ,no, why me. I loved her so much. No, this isn't happening. He stumbled and sat down on the bed. It all came back to him. The argument... The scuffle... She fell off the balcony ,and his life stopped there... He had hurried back to his apartment, confused, scared...
Dazed, he walked over to the balcony. He didn't know what to do anymore. He watched the ambulance pull up. They pulled a stretcher out and put his body on. The ambulance drovr away. He walked back in through the closed balcony door, and sat next to Annie...
This is one of my numerous letters to you. This one too is to ask you out.Maybe today if you came out with me, we could drive way down the highway, and we could sit under the shade of that dried up tree next to the stream. That's the place I feel the happiest. I feel that even when I say nothing to you, you can understand exactly what I mean.
Today was one of the worst days of my life- I saw you walking around with that guy Sam again. You know how awful I feel when I see you around with that guy? I makes me all sick inside. I swear, next time I see you with that guy, I'll kill him.....
He tore up the letter again, and threw it away. This was the fourth time he let his feelings show. No, he must be strong. He put down his pen, and started pacing furiously up and down. This was the tenth time this day he tried to write a letter.Someday, maybe he'd get out of there, but that day was a long time . There was nothing much to do, but sit on the ledge and stare at the Picasso impression hanging above his window. He stared at the complexity of the contours on the painting, and thought of the complexity of his life. Things had been so difficult since he moved away. I was so easy with her around.He walked out of the room and on to the balcony. He looked down onto the crowd gathering underneath his balcony. It appeared that someone had jumped from one of the high rise apartments. He heard the distant wail of the ambulance siren.
He walked back in ,life was dreary enough as it, knowing that he was all alone, and sad. He walked over to his desk and picked up the paper- the front page showed a picture of a suicide similar to the one in front of his apartment. "Girl jumps from 12th floor of high rise building. Cops speculating suicide"
The face of the girl looked familiar... No, it was Annie. This was not possible. He had just left her standing there yesterday. No, this could not be happening. No, God ,no, why me. I loved her so much. No, this isn't happening. He stumbled and sat down on the bed. It all came back to him. The argument... The scuffle... She fell off the balcony ,and his life stopped there... He had hurried back to his apartment, confused, scared...
Dazed, he walked over to the balcony. He didn't know what to do anymore. He watched the ambulance pull up. They pulled a stretcher out and put his body on. The ambulance drovr away. He walked back in through the closed balcony door, and sat next to Annie...
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