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I wanted to tell her. She deserved to know after all this time. Maybe it wouldn’t happen this time, or at least not in the same way. I could be free of this recurring nightmare, for once, controlling my own destiny. But I had to hurry.

I told her that I loved her. She smiled and said the same to me. She said it so lightly compared to me, whose words were made heavy by troubling thoughts of a tragic future. A future, coming ever closer. I could feel it in my shaking body.
I told her that I had something to tell her, something very important. She nodded, still smiling. I asked her to come closer, and our faces met across the table, hers smiling, mine much more grave.

I started telling her, or rather, tried to tell her. It was hard. Not telling her would end the relationship at some point, no doubt about that, but telling her could end it right now. I felt it come nearer. I had to tell her. She wasn’t really smiling anymore, anticipating my revelation, her dark eyes staring intensely at my blue and burdened eyes.

I was sweating. It was definitely happening soon. I brushed the sweat off my face with the palm of my hand, feeling a short stubble around my mouth. I looked in the window by our table, and saw a beard grow in my reflected face, my blond hair darkening and growing longer. It was already happening. It was too late now. She would never understand.

After seeing my reflection, I jumped up from the table, screaming that it was too late, repeating it over and over, until I felt the eyes of the restaurant turn against me. I had to get out.

One quick look at her crying, and I hurried to the door, grabbing something from the coat rack, didn’t matter if it were mine or not.

Outside, I didn’t run for long before I felt too tired to continue. It had happened, making me tired beyond reason. I could barely take another step, let alone run away.

I walked up to a dark shop window to study my reflection. I was at least twenty or so years older, judging by the beard that covered most of my face. I had always wanted to grow a beard but not like this. My hair was dark with a few grey strands, and reached my shoulders. I smiled as I discovered that my eyes hadn’t changed, but it was effort to do so.

My reflection seemed tall and strong, but I felt beaten. It had happened again. A happy ending wasn’t an option. Not now. I had always thought that it happened for a reason, that it had some sort of purpose, but I couldn’t see it now, gazing back at the restaurant.

She was coming towards me, running with her coat in her arms, tears running down her cheeks. I turned around and started walking. She was getting closer.

She called my name as she touched my shoulder, begging me to stop. I turned around to face a surprised young woman, who quickly turning her face away in embarrassment. She apologised, said that she thought I was someone else. I smiled the forgiving smile of a stranger, and giving her a slight nod I turned around and started walking again.

There was no point in staying. There never was.
A little something, I've been working on for a few days. It's very different from my usual writing. It's not funny, but strange instead. And a bit sad.

It's my first piece of literature for a long time, and I'm quite happy with it, although it' not very funny. It's my shortest thing, too.

It's a new style for me to write in so pointers are most welcome.

Hope you like it.
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Bleupearl Featured By Owner Jun 15, 2007  Hobbyist Photographer
I liked it, I rarely read any literature on DA but I read the first part and I just couldn't stop. I really like it :D
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Ionahipri Featured By Owner Jun 15, 2007  Hobbyist
Thanks a lot. Glad you read all the way through. The ending, you'll agree, is the most important. Again, thanks. :aww:
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Bleupearl Featured By Owner Jun 15, 2007  Hobbyist Photographer
Indeed the ending si the most important and not dissapointing. When you start reading this piece the first thing sou are wondering about is "how is it going to end?". And you made a great end :D Open and yet closed, if you see what I mean :)
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Ionahipri Featured By Owner Jun 15, 2007  Hobbyist
Yeah, I think I see what you mean. Kinda leaves you still wondering a bit. Glad you didn't find the ending disappointing. I remember starting out with that exact premise, but damn I thought it was sad upon finishing.
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Bleupearl Featured By Owner Jun 15, 2007  Hobbyist Photographer
It is indeed for a part sad, but you can see that there is for both a bright new future ahead of them, at least that is how I see it.
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Ionahipri Featured By Owner Jun 15, 2007  Hobbyist
You must be quite the optimist, then, cause I don't get that at all - not when I wrote it and not now when I read it again. Maybe I'm just a pessimist?
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Bleupearl Featured By Owner Jun 19, 2007  Hobbyist Photographer
I tend to always look on the bright side of life :D
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Ionahipri Featured By Owner Jun 20, 2007  Hobbyist
I envy you that ability. Again, thanks for reading.
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skearns Featured By Owner Jan 16, 2007   Writer
I bet taking his passport picture's a pain in the arse?

I liked it. Enough confused mystery to hold the readers interest.
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Ionahipri Featured By Owner Jan 16, 2007  Hobbyist
I bet it would. Thanks!

You've read it - could you recommend a better and more precise category? It was such a difficult choice, and I don't think I got it quite right.

Thanks for the fav, too.
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skearns Featured By Owner Jan 16, 2007   Writer
Hmm. Two clear cut choices.
Fantasy because of his changing face.
Horror because of his changing face.
There's always Romantic too, but I think Fantasy is the more suitable.
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