" the exception to the rule."

short story:

Leaning against the wall as she stare outside the window.
Looking at nothing particular as her mind was in a mess, questions were running through her mind, trying to figure out the answers.

"What can i do?"
"What changes everything?"
"What have i done to make you distance yourself from me?"
"Was is just lust and nothing else?"

she heard a voice said, " you are just a conquest to him, nothing more."

" is that so?"
she's in total denial, thinking there's more than just lust.

the voice said, " you're annoying, you're such a turn off because you are not yourself anymore."

"is that so?"
she's thinking by adapting to the lifestyle, she would be pleasant enough to keep the attraction.

the voice said, " he's never going to let go of what he had right now, he's never gonna take you seriously. i know him too well."

"is that so?"
she's turning to much more self-conscious, started to compare and defeated by own negative perception of herself.

the voice said, "i know of everything that you don't know. All the words he said, every little details, i know of. you're not what he wanted."

"is that so?"
she just let the tears trickled down ...she admit defeat.

then she looked into the mirror, the person that looking back at her is not her. " where is she?"
the phone rang, is from him.
he called to say, " i can't do this anymore, hence i choose to leave. "

empty and disbelief, she walked back to the corner of the room, thinking the voice must be right because he did not explain himself.

with the pain inside, she looked into the mirror again and decided it is time to move on and let it be because she cannot change a person who has a change of heart ...not recently but for quite some time.

" this is a wake up call. i need myself back, my stronger and most cheerful self. i can do this. "

the voice said, " let go and love me."

she ignored the voice.
she ignored the world.
she ignored him.

He may think that he had won because women are expendable to him.
He may not get hurt or make an ass of himself that way but he don't fall in love that way either. He has not won.
He's all alone.
She may do a lot of stupid shit but she's still a lot closer to love than he is

she dressed up, put on some make up and walked out of the room with her head held high.
as she walk down the stairs, she was thinking, should she trust the words of the voice or the man she once love.

" neither one. it does not matter anymore."

she got into the car and smile, " hi love, sorry i kept you waiting for such a long time."
he smiled, " it's worth it because you're my exception."
alas, she has someone that has been waiting for her and is not him.
she deserve a happy ending.


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quoted from " he's just not that into you", like how she said it:

"Girls are taught a lot of stuff growing up. If a guy punches you he likes you.
Never try to trim your own bands and someday you will meet a wonderful guy and get your very own happy ending.
Every movie we see, Every story we're told implores us to wait for it, the third act twist, the unexpected declaration of love, the exception to the rule.
But sometimes we're so focused on finding our happy ending we don't learn how to read the signs.
How to tell from the ones who want us and the ones who don't, the ones who will stay and the ones who will leave.
And maybe a happy ending doesn't include a guy, maybe... it's you, on your own, picking up the pieces and starting over, freeing yourself up for something better in the future.
Maybe the happy ending is... just... moving on.
Or maybe the happy ending is this, knowing after all the unreturned phone calls, broken-hearts, through the blunders and misread signals, through all the pain and embarrassment you never gave up hope"

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hmmm i don't know where i get all this silly inspirations to write but i'm getting a hang of it.
i think i like writing, i should write more i guess. :)
it's fun to try something new.

at the very least, this blog is not so emo after all.
hope you peeps like the short stories.
oh yeah, just ignored the flaws lol

/yawn
enough writing, off to bed.
ciao.

fuzzy wuzzy,
nana