I've Been Writing...
So I'm still trying to figure out what I'm going to write for the short story for my literature class... So I was just writing to get something going, and this is what I came up with. It's really short, but I'd appreciate it if you'd tell me what you think about it. Much love.
It seemed as if the road were never-ending, that it went on and on forever with no destination, as the girl sat in the passenger seat, her green eyes staring through the windshield unseeingly. She didn’t know how long they had been driving, but it seemed like hours since they had left his house. They had thrown all her stuff into his father’s car and had gotten in together for the last time. It was the last time he would ever drive her home, it was the last time she would ever sit in that car. They both knew it, although he swore to her that it would only be a break, and that they would eventually get back together; they would eventually be happy together once more. No, they both knew, deep down, that this would be the last time they would willingly ride together.
She twisted her hands together in her lap to stop the trembling as the hot tears blurred her vision. It wasn’t supposed to happen like this, it wasn’t supposed to happen at all. It was supposed to be forever. Where had it all gone wrong? She bit down on her lower lip as she slowly turned her head towards him, gazing at him through teary-eyes. His knuckles were white from the harsh grip he held on the steering wheel, but his dark eyes did not leave the road. She stared at him for what seemed like an eternity, taking in every detail of his face, his hardened face that had changed so much with such little warning. It was silent, besides the hum of the engine as they drove along, and before she knew it, her hands could no longer keep themselves from trembling, and the tears were threatening to spill over the brims of her eyes.
“What?” He asked softly, breaking the silence, the uncomfortable silence that had passed between the two. Not so long ago, they would have been able to carry on long conversations about everything and nothing at all. They would sit on the phone for four hours, just talking until their phones died. Not so long ago, they had everything in the world to say to each other, and nothing to hide. The silence that had fallen between the two had been a pregnant silence, uncomfortable and extremely unfamiliar. Unwelcome.
The tears began to spill as she shook her head, staring at him. He did not look at her, but his dark brown eyes were glued to that road before them. “What did I do wrong?” She whispered as her hands began to tremble worse than they had before. Her voice was shaky and strained, pleading and soft. He said nothing, but she could see the muscles in his jaw tighten as he heard the question. He didn’t want to answer that question, for so much lay in the answer. There was no explanation, for she had done nothing wrong, yet he did not want to admit it.
“I only loved you… I could do nothing but love you…” She moaned as she placed her hands over her face, her shoulders shaking as she began to sob for what seemed to be the hundredth time that week.
Faintly, though, she could hear him say, “I know…” and with that lack of compassion, she could no longer hide the truth from herself. That was it. It was over. The rest of the ride was silent as she collected herself, wiping away at the streaks of mascara and eyeliner that had washed down in rivers on her cheeks. Proof of her agony. She had to hide the evidence. She asked for no assistance as he pulled into the driveway, and she softly shut the door, leaving him in the car as she walked up to her house, not even looking over her shoulder.
Only as he had pulled out of her driveway for the last time did she remember that she had forgotten her heart in the driver’s seat of the car.