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The Importance of an Apology
You lied to me!
Her voice lost itself in the seemingly vacant train station we had called our rendezvous point
She stood about ten feet away from me on the train tracks
Those tracks stretched over the drawn-out land
The land where my heart would break forever
Her voice broke into different layers of grief
Each one a more painful reminder of what I had done
The tracks diverged underneath us
The dust swirled around us, dissipating the rest of the desolate terrain to our eyes
Until it was only the two of us and the tracks
The world melted away and I only saw her
Her sapphire mosaic eyes shattered as she continued to cry her convulsive gasps
Her form was crumbling onto the train tracks, unable to hold the grief she possessed
My mouth was dry
It was as if I’d never spoken a word in my life, I couldn’t utter a word,
Even though that was all she wanted from me
You speechless?
She tried to mock me through her devastating sobs
My mouth opened, and a loud noise came,
But not from me
I could have gotten her to move;
I tried to scream, but it was too late
She glanced behind her at her fate
And in the blink of an eye,
My heart was gone

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I'm Grace Denney, I'm a senior in high school, and I wrote this prose piece for no particular reason at all. The idea kinda just hit me. People told me it was good, so here I am.