Here's the First Chapter to a novel that I'm writing.
It's basically an autobiography, only flared up a bit.
The only two people to truly know the whole story are Matt (Traditio) and I....
Hopefully someone out there will appreciate my time and effort and actually read this....
So, yeah, without further ramblings, I bring you :
ADVENTURES IN OUR CASTLE
Chapter 1 - Two Weeks
“How could you?” I looked at Andrew with watery and vaguely disgusted eyes in shock of
what fell out of his pocket five minutes ago. “Did I do something wrong?”, honestly I didn’t know what was going on. Okay, maybe I did have some idea, but I was going to try my hardest to deny any accurate thoughts of what was happening out of my mind. You see, for the past six months and eleven days I have gone on loving this man, or rather, who I thought this boy was.
Andrew had been my best friend for over two years. We did everything and anything you can possibly think of together. Oddly enough, for about two weeks and three days prior to the finding of that god-forsaken item, something changed. Distance, silence, scarce conversation, and when there was conversation, it was never pleasant. We were always arguing and I was always being brought down about everything I would say to him. He’d picked up on a new activity, that I was just fond of. Flirting with other girls behind my back. I mean, I’m not the jealous type but when the guy I've given my whole heart to writes another individual a letter asking her if he were to break up with me, would she go out with him, I’ve definitely got problems.
“No! You didn’t do anything! That’s the problem.”, his innuendos were uncanny. The transparency in his words gave cause for a light chuckle to slowly creep out of me. This only fueled the fire to his immature banter about how he never gets his.
“How can you say you love me all the time and then never show me?” Gee, I wonder why.
This would be the last time he would make me feel bad for actually having some morals and integrity.
I could only react one way, “We are over! Obviously you want to date other people and your need to get some is totally going to get in the way of this relationship ever reaching it’s fullest potential. So, when you can control yourself and grow a functioning brain, since you’ve clearly established that you in fact do not have one, then maybe we’ll talk.”
You’d think that would be the end of it. Unfortunately, his persistence and my dysfunctional, possibly even delusional mind got the better of me. We got back together a couple of days later. Things actually went well the day I reaccepted him into my life. Andrew made me feel for the first time in a long time. He made it appear like he actually cared, like he actually still loved me.
Three days after this, for everyone’s delight including my own, it was over. Infinitely this time. Dead and gone. He just couldn’t hold up. He wanted things I would never give him. His pleading, in the end, was his downfall.
Our break up was of the mutual fashion this time. We agreed to remain friends even though we knew we would never be together in that way ever again. I trusted him with this promise. To be my friend. That would more than suffice. However, it seemed I already knew what wouldn’t actually happen. It was all a lie. His word would never hold the same sincerity or appeal it had before the change. I had lost him. Forever.
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