I walked to the apartment later that night. The shift wasn’t too long, but dealing with all those people. I’ve never been hit on more times in my life then the time I was working. Seeing, as I was the “new girl” working the bar, seemed to give every man the right to ask about my love life. Men, I rubbed my face in disgust.
The night was a bit cold, like it always seemed to be, but at least the rain passed. Pulling my jacket around tighter only helps so much, when one can see their breath in front of them. Though, still a bit somber from this morning. Nothing has changed; the $72 in tips doesn’t fix anything. What can change this moment?
“Right now, it’s thinking about how beautiful this night is. I’ve never really noticed before. With all the looking down I do these days, sometimes I forget to look up.” A voice from long ago speaks. What does the sky hold for me, I think as I glance up. It’s beautiful. The sky clear, the clouds long since past, the moon shone with such brilliance. “…And most importantly you are quite stunning to look at, even now.” I sighed. It was unfair. Lowering my head, I kept walking, fighting the past.
Finally reaching the apartment, my small night of hell finally over, maybe I could sleep. No, I’ll probably cry my eyes out one more time. Sighing and unlocking the door, oh the joys of being in love with a soldier. Enter and closing the door behind me, I tossed my jacket aside. There was a crunch as I stepped forward. More mail. Oh what joy. I picked up the small pile. Strange, the first letter on top wasn’t even a letter. It was just a folded piece of paper. It was just a folded piece of paper with my name on it, just my name and no address. I was curious. Who just drops by a note? Unfolding it, my heart stopped for a second.
Sometimes we are not given second chances. Other times we hold on for dear life and demand a second chance. Maybe I just have the luck with these sorts of things.
My heart beat faster, my mind set afire with thoughts. My hands began to shake violently. Which is when I became strangely aware of the creak and tap sound. Looking up and that’s when I saw him. Toby. Walking towards me from the living room. He was partly in his dress uniform. His left arm concealed in a sling and cast under the jacket. His right held a cane, supporting him as he limped across the room. Scars crisscrossed the left side of his face and down his neck, and the some stitches were recently removed. I couldn’t believe it. And then he was standing in front of me.
“Hey the-,” he started and I just slapped him.
Slap in the face. Men, this is how you know your woman loves you.
272577 Amen to that!
XD
Toby got slapped! I don't know whether I should feel pity or amused.
hey. doc. not cool, man. i woke everyone in the house up with my laughter.
funny as hell though.
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True. Kind of weird but very true.
272577>>272699>>272832>>273020>>273159 LOL! Yalls comments are priceless! Physical violence is how women show love. I love the clawed up back variant of violence!
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Just as i was about to cry twi had to slap him and make me laugh XD
The darn website wouldn't let me post on the last one, but I was hoping in his letter he would mention one way he got through it was with MLP, that would just be win.
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Oww....Tough love
272577 Don't we know it! XD Like I've heard it said by an old, dear friend of mine, 'It's a sign that they like you. Old people don't have time to rebuke/criticize those they don't care about.' (I know, it's different, but it's the same at the same time! XD)
Excellent chapter, as all the previous ones have! I've been in too much of a rush to find out what happens next to comment, so I apologize for that!
272577 soo true
and too the story
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[img]lol clappy guy[/img]
Slapping your boyfriend in his recently stitched up face. Gotta love womens logic.
3097646 i guess emotion is getting the better of her and I'll bet the first thing to come out of her mouth will be
"don't you ever scare me like that again"
Wow... After all that... She slaps him...
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Motherbucker lives. What. A. CHAMP.