Copper Lilies
another original short story, by valerie anne

all she wanted to do as he walked away from her, was to take back everything that happened in the last half hour. yet, she was determined. she did not want him to see her fall, or cry, or be in the state that was to come.

crumbling apart was never an option, but it felt like the only road that was open to her.

she was a typical type-A; aggressive and unrelenting, like cancer cells eating away at a person's lungs. however, this meltdown was a long time coming. she was adamant. she did not need someone around to hold her. she was stronger than that. and she was foolish.

"it's going to happen. and i can't hurt you. the longer i wait, the worse it will hurt in the end. for both of us. i am going to hurt you. and i can't do that to you. you are important to me."

he stood in front of her in the cold winter night, in his boxers and a sweater, wanting to be there for her. and she, in her madness, kept pushing him away. brave brave soldier he was. unfortunately for him she could not muster the courage to tell him to stay either.

"this is the worst reason i've ever heard for anyone to break up. you want to break up because we're doing so well together. i don't understand why. but i won't make you stay."

the hour hand ticked closer to three a.m. and the howling winds suddenly died down. she had no clue how long she was standing there for, nor did it matter. she looked ahead at the slick snow-covered roads, and knew not where to go from there. there wasn't a plan, nor an idea to start with. all she knew was that she was cold, and she had already lost all sensation in her feet up to her knees. the only sounds that filled the air were that of her chattering teeth.

she repeated aloud countless times to no one but the dotted dark sky, "that was the right thing to do. that was the right thing to do."

it just didn't feel that way. and deep down inside, it nagged her. she just wasn't strong enough to turn around. and as she fell to her knees, he caught her.

"i can't let you go. not now. i'm here for you."

the end.

valerie anne
in my 20s and wonderful.
dressed to dress you.

QUOTE VAL

. i would do you, but i can't. it's just the wrong season right now.

KEEPING COUNT

I've been in canada for days.

THE BOOK IN MY BAG

. in need of a recommendation



. tattoo
. rolex
. prada bag
. hermes birkin/kelly
. hermes scarf
. prada penguin coin purse
. suped up VW jetta mk3 '97
. 911 Turbo
. WRX
. smoked e-codes/fogs
. porsche deep dish rims
. my driver's license
. a shaven head for my 18th


. be a somebody
. make {gravi.tee}
. snowboard
. own my first car
. travel: NYC, all over europe, japan, mexico, chile, argentina, spain, greece, laos, vietnam, bali, dubai, amsterdam
. publish a book entitled "you better quote val, or else" - recommended by derek goh
. fashion school
. travel: roadtrip canada
. travel: roadtrip USA
. move out
. own a house
. ride the dragon in tokyo
. go fish/camping for a weekend
. open a cafe/boutique
. horse-riding
. speak korean/japanese/spanish/french
. skydive over mauritius waters
. white-water raft above level 3
. bungee jump from a suspension bridge
. break the world record for the longest time on a loop-the-loop roller coaster ride
. save an endangered species
. AND prove to my mum that i'll be married before 35.


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