A beginning to a novel perhaps.
This would be the last time, I thought as the raged coursed through me like a an exorcet missile. I have well and truly had enough. I am fed up of sacrificing my truth for your lies. I concealed the person you truly are in my pursuit of growth. Each time I apologised for your inability to be a man, I could feel my core curl up within itself.
I should have seen the way you treated her in a callous, opportunistic manner. That should have been the illustration I needed to know what type of person you are but you were also very good looking with the gift of the gab. F|rom that very first day I met you and within moments you had me blushing. I didn't even realise I was capable of blushing until I met you with your sweet mouth.
This will be the last time these words leave my mouth as I lay you to rest. This is my chemotherapy for the cancer that you are. I am looking forward to living a life free of this lump that seemed to attach me and invade my body. As I tried to treat it, it clung on for dear life. Allowing me to feel as though I was cured but continuing to invade my spirit. From nw on I am free of you, my treatment has just begun.
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A beginning to a novel perhaps
Melanie, I really like this beginning, very topical and yet original at the same time. You've managed to capture the deeper emotions in this piece, as opposed to merely the outward anger that manifests itself in such a situation. It seems like there is a lot more to this than meets the eye, intriguing and gripping!
Tell me more! Look forward to seeing more of the story unfolding!
Best of luck,
Nadeem