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There we were that fateful night. The night where my life fell crashing in front of my eyes. All because I loved someone so much, so much that I wanted to get married to them. I watched the bullet come out through his chest, his blood spattering my white t-shirt that I was wearing at the time. I can never through it away now, for it is all that I have left of him. Other then the memories we shared, those special times where I can never make more of.
AMike?@
AYeah?@
AYou will love me forever won=t you?@
AYeah you know that I will love you.@
AGood... I will love you forever too.@
That was the conversation we had the night before tonight. It is burned into my head now, never gonna be able to forget it. Never want too.
AMike, you know what I want to do?@
ANo what is that?@
ATo marry you, and tell everyone that we love each other.@
AThat won=t ever happen, you know that. I don=t want you to get hurt over that small point.@
AMaybe one day Mike, maybe one day. The times are changing and people are changing. One day we will be able to get married.@
AKeep it off your mind for now until it is possible.@
Months before tonight. Another conversation between us. One that might have lead to what has happened, maybe I should have persuaded him to give up on the idea of us getting married. I would have loved too. But I knew how to face reality.
AMike let me just hold your hand as we walk down the street please.@
AI don=t want to cause any trouble. You know about this town.@
ANo one is out this late at night. Come on.@
So my hand was held, and I didn=t pull away cause I wanted to hold his hand. That happened tonight, and as we were walking home all the trouble started.
AWhy are you holding his hand?@ Some stranger asked of us.
AIt=s none of your business who I=m holding hands with. We are going to get married one day so it=s all good.@
I just wanted to keep on walking away, but no... there always has to be in some kind of conflict with someone.
ADon=t be saying that out in public... and don=t be holding hands. If we don=t want to see it we shouldn=t be seeing it right in our streets.@
ATimes are achanging... If you don=t want to see it then you should walk around blind. You already do it seems.@
I don=t remember much after that, I just remember eventually walking away, not holding hands anymore. And then... I heard my name, and turned around. By then the bullet had already left the gun and was heading for my partner=s back. The blood... all over. I couldn=t stand it. And now here I stand thinking to myself. What if the times had changed sooner. What if I could have married Steven. What if I could just kill myself right now and be with him again. But then I remember. That if I die, some of that changing might stop, and Steven will be disappointed in me




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The following comments are for "Changing"
by Ulkieab

my friend...
you appear to have jarbled your text. Resubmit it correctly and I'll be happy to read it! =D

( Posted by: Darkshine Raven [Member] On: October 2, 2003 )





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