For Her: Conclusion (713 hits)
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Submitted by Littledan (View user info) at 2005-03-14 23:32:40 EST
Part 1: http://www.ubersite.com/m/57598
Sorry I took so long to complete it, but alas, here it is. This story is dedicated to her.... I knew, i think i have since the 3rd time we spoke.
"As he got into the car, his mind was overwhelmed with encompassing thoughts. He could not express the emotions he felt into words, a mixture of anger and love and hate and happiness. He loathed the man that could do this, the man who could crush her spirit. Each more than the last, the cheaters and liars were taking each a piece of her soul to hold onto, and to forever remind her that she had been hurt. It frustrated him to rage that someone has reduced her to a shell of her formerly perfect self. The men, and the last in particular, had ruined her chance of ever finding something that should could deem "love". After being hurt so much, she could not bring herself to escape the cycle into which she had immersed herself. All he wanted was to end her pain, he wanted to bring her close and whisper, "It was me. It has always been me. I love you, and I can't continue to see you be abused...."
He pulled the car into the driveway, unsure of what he would say to the man who had so recently torn her happiness, like so many love letters unwritten. The fury in him was beginning to surface, and he could not begin to think about what would happen when he came face to face with this most recent man. He knocked at the door. He could hear him inside, shouting and cursing as he stumbled to the door. Drunk again. why couldnt she just see that he was the only one good enough, the only one who would never hurt her? His entire existence was consumed with her. Healthy or not, his love for her was what kept him going. Just the thought and the small wisp of hope that she might call him to realize, or even just to say hello was enough to carry him through the lonliest days. The drunk made his way to the door, and he could hear him kicking the bottles out of the hallway to open the door. When he saw pure hatred on the other side of the door, the drunk could not help but laugh. Taunting him, as if to say that he had succeeded in what he had wanted to do. He was saying that he had only hurt her to make him angry just to get to him. The inebriated logic made him believe that it was a good idea to laugh at the man on his doorstep, to shrug him off as if a joke. This infuriated the man. He had driven to settle this. Not to do anything but defend the broken hearted angel in his apartment. To get to the boyfriend's doorstep and have him laugh him away was enraging. The man looked at him with unbridled hatred. He made no attempt to conceal his motive as he began to swing. The first blow caugh the drunk off guard, and he went down in a suprised stumble. The man jumped on top of him and continued to beat him. He was taking out 3 years of anger on this man, releasing all of the pent up frustration of not being with her, of seeing her hurt, on him. The boyfriend tried to put up a fight, but his defense was met with a beer bottle picked from the floor.
As soon as he heard the smash he knew. With that bottle he had ended three years of suffering on her part, as well as his. the man lay dying beneath him, but all he could think about was the release he was feeling. Now that the man was dead, there should be nothing that would prevent her from being with him. He had removed the only obstacle that was standing between her and happiness. Never again would another man belittle her, never again would anyone get drunk and abuse her, steal from her, lie to her. Her pain was over as soon as the man exhaled for the final time. The man knew that now she would have to love him, he had just proven his love to her by ending what he thought was all of her pain. He stood over the man's lifeless body for what seemed like hours, breathing heavily with the sighs of relief that came with his knowledge that now she would be happy. Even as the police drug him outside and into the front yard, he knew that he had done the right thing. She would be grateful, and finally see how he had loved her for so long. He looked into the faces of the small crowd that had gathered as he was being hauled towards the car, and he froze when he saw her. Her tears were no longer of pain, but of the sick realization that he had done this for her. All at once, the man realized what he had just done. The truth came like a storm, and hit him with the sick knowledge that he had taken another man's life. The wind was taken out of him and he fell to his knees. He saw her as he dropped to the ground, and the look in his eyes said it all. She saw in him that he had always loved her, and she discovered that she had loved him too. The pleading in his eyes for something, anything, was enough to reduce her to tears once again. She knew that he had sacrificed his life as a free man to end her suffering, but this is not the way she had wanted it. She had looked at him as the safe guy, her anchor, but never the one that could fill the void she was so desperately trying to fill. She had never considered it, but looking back it all made sense. He had always loved her, and she had always known. But now, he was being taken away from her before she would get the chance to ever tell him that she loved him. She looked at him pleadingly as he was being dragged away. he knew that look. she was pleading, praying that he wouldnt leave. He saw that she had finally realized that he loved her, and she returned it. The look in her eyes, to him, was worth the 3 years he had waited to see it, and it invigorated him. He broke free of the police dragging him, and began to run towards her. She saw this, but also saw the cop behind him draw his gun. Her eyes turned from love to horror as soon as he felt the bullet enter his back. He had taken a life, and now knew what it felt like to lose his own. He fell to the ground, and she ran to him. The world was spinning and slowly turning grey. As he closed his eyes for the final time, he heard her sobbing. "I have always loved you... always" Before he could respond, he drew his last breath, and was gone. He had died knowing that she had loved him. His reason for being had finally been reached, but not fulfilled. There was now a realization that love had been there, but it was too late to act on it. He had died for her, but it was not by any means worth it. Had he not killed him, they could have been together....."
So there it is. The final part. But i must wonder, would she ever have known? or would he have kept on suffering? Ah, the questions...
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Submitted by lordofthedance (user info) at 2005-10-06 21:20:56 EDT (#)
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Submitted by jeveuxgagner (user info) at 2005-10-06 21:07:12 EDT (#)
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i read the whole thing
Submitted by Hatch (user info) at 2005-03-15 02:06:25 EST (#)
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I'm sure its the Mona Lisa of writing , but im too drunk to bother reading all of that
Submitted by OnlyBigbear (user info) at 2005-03-15 01:18:02 EST (#)
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I did read it. It was an ok story but your style needs some work. Story was rather old and stereotypical, but interesting none the less. Work on your description, and it'll be good.
Submitted by williamson (user info) at 2005-03-15 00:30:18 EST (#)
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I'm sure this is very good. But, I'm way too lazy to bother.
Submitted by Chinaski (user info) at 2005-03-14 23:47:59 EST (#)
Ranking: 2
I'm sure this is very good. But I'm very drunk. I'm not going to read all that.
Submitted by FartSmeller (user info) at 2005-03-14 23:35:30 EST (#)
Ranking: 2
I'm sure this is very good. But, I'm not going to read all that. I mean, seriously.