Author: Xx.WildAtHeart.xX PM
Someone once told me that you had to know the end of the story before you could write it; I disagreed, I believed well that you had to go with the flow, see where the wind takes you... Many times would they try to explain to persuade me that they spoke the truth. Each time I shook my head, and patiently explain to them my reason. Read For More!Rated: Fiction K - English - Adventure/Friendship - Amy F. & Ty B. - Chapters: 4 - Words: 1,723 - Reviews: 4 - Favs: 1 - Follows: 1 - Updated: 11-05-12 - Published: 09-15-12 - Status: Complete - id: 8526985
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Well I haven't even thought about this story for a while, but after I read it again, I kinda fell in love with it again. I don't know its one I can pour every single emotion into. My other stories, like 'Story of My Life' and it's predecessor are both, all happy. This ones kinda deep.
Please review if you enjoy it...
Those day's soon turned into months, the winter had started to take its tole; leaving me shivering, my bones rattled by every single little thing that the world had piled up against me. Spartan became more subdued, his usual bounce and energy a thing of the past. He would just plod beside me, keeping me company as we weaved through the depths of the mountains, the cold air; burning my skin. For the first time, in months I felt alone.
My emotions that I had bottled up for 2 years now, all resurfaced. Leaving me heartbroken and shattered, my whole life broke, destroyed into a million little pieces. That was when that day, roughly two years ago came flooding back. The reality of that night, the truth that had clawed away at my heart. That little fact that wore away at my mind, my common sense. It scraped away at my happiness, my bubbly, positive thinking. That was the night, when I shut down; when I stopped thinking all together.
It wasn't till, I ran away; that I escaped everything that reminded me of that night, that terrible night. I thought coming up here, being alone, risking my fragile life, would stop it. At least allow me to accept it.
I remember that night, like it was yesterday; it hasn't stopped racing through my mind for two solid years, every single day; I had that memory, that flash back, that hurt. That was why I shut down, an attempt to block it all out.
But it never worked, why would it work? That night happened, I happened, he happened... I couldn't change that, because I had to face it. I had to start again, to build up a new life, without him...
Because that night everything changed, and I finally realized the truth; I understood his words...
That night was the night Ty Borden died...
Well there you go! My third completed story! Quite like this one, it's different.