Doomed Love

“I wasn’t planning on this. Falling in love with you was the last thing I wanted. Because I know our time would have to come to end. Yet, here I am, begging you not to turn the page.” Who is the speaker and who is the speaker talking to? Finish the scene.

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  1. deesstinee

    Those words tasted melancholy as they dripped from my mouth, a panic swirling in my mind because I knew that I could lose the love of my life in a matter of seconds. Mascara and eyeliner had mixed to make the tear streaks down her face black and prominent, and my heart shattered into a million pieces knowing I was the cause of it. “Falling in love with you was the last thing I wanted,” I repeated. I heard a sob escape her lips despite her efforts to muffle it with her hand. Cautiously, I took a step towards her, creating less of a gap between us. “I wasn’t planning on this.” The heartbreak on her face was evident as more tears welled and escaped from her puffy, bloodshot eyes. Her lips trembling and her breaths were coming in gulps. I had hurt her. Tears welled up in my own eyes, distorting the image of the girl in front of me. “Yet here I am,” I began, my voice cracking. I took another step towards her, completely closing the gap between us. “Here I am begging you not to turn the page. Here I am begging you not to start a new chapter. Here I am begging you not to leave me.” We were mirror images of each other, eyes puffy and tear stained cheeks, broken hearts and aching souls. Carefully I pulled her into my arms and held her as she cried into my chest, wetting the material of my shirt. “Stay,” I whisper with a cracked voice, placing a kiss on the top of her head.

  2. SkyFox

    “I wasn’t planning on this. Falling in love with you was the last thing I wanted. Because I know our time would have to come to end. Yet, here I am, begging you not to turn the page.”
    He could imagine her mouth twirking up in a hopeful smile.
    “I remember the first time I saw you. You didn’t see me. No one did. But you were standing there, talking to that jerk Tyler. Something about you was just different.”
    He felt a tear slide down his cheek. He had seen her. Seen the girl sitting on the green bench, head down.
    “I watched you. When you went to class. When you became freinds with Tyler.”
    He felt tears slide down his cheeks. Tyler. That worthless piece of…
    I choked as my throat closed up.
    “I thought to myself. Hes popular. Hes smart. Hes handsome. Hes sporty. Hes everything everyone else wants to be. Yet you were so different. When Tyler pushed those girls you were there. You helped them up. You consoled them. Thats the best thing about you J. Your so,so kind. Kinder then I can ever be.”
    I felt myself choke out a laugh. She was so wrong.
    “It was raining when we first met. Remember? The sun didn’t shine on us. I was walking across that parkinglot and I tripped. I felt a pair of arms grab me. Your an angel J. When I saw your face the world just stopped.”
    “We started talking. About small things. But every time J my world lit up. You were the only person that ever saw me. Just me.”
    “Everything about you J made me feel hopeful. Happy. You dragged me out of that place.”
    My hands shook
    “Please J. Dont go to that place. I want to say it now J. I love you. I love you so much it hurts.”
    “J if you love me do this for me. Live. Just live. Be happy J. Don’t shut your family out. Don’t shut yourself out.”
    “Learn to live again J. Learn to love. I love you so much J. You were my world. You were the light that lead me out. Let me be that to you. I know it hurts. But you need to let go. Let go J.”
    “I love you. With all of my shrivled heart.”
    “Rose.”

  3. Kat_Seeley

    The girl put the book down. It had a lovely leather feel to it. The girl didn’t quite know if her mother would be coming anytime soon, but she wanted to read the book. From beginning to end- just the little bit had pulled her in. She grasped the book with her hands and made her way back up to her room from the cellar.

    “My dearest Daisy,
    I’m sorry it has to be like this. I know it must be hard for you. I am terribly sorry you had to love me back.
    Love,
    Sam.”

    Rose sat the book down once more, bewildered. Her mothers name was Daisy. Her father’s name was not Sam. It was Brandon.

    Before reading any more, Rose went to her mother bedside, “Mom? Who was Sam?” She asked quietly, her mother laying in bed.

    Her mother had been laying in bed since Rose was twenty six. Rose had never known her mother to be ill before that, but somehow her mother had just died away. At thirty, Rose didn’t quite know what to think.

    Her mothers lips moved a little before she began to speak. She was almost seventy three now. Rose had been her baby at an older age. Daisy smiled softly, “He was the love of my life.”

    Rose’s eyebrow twitched ever so slightly- her father wasn’t the best man, but she always believed her parents loved one another. Rose sat on the corner of her mother’s bed, “Yes, but who was he? What’s his story?”

    “It’s such a tragedy. The story of us. He was the tough bad boy. Never got a good grade in his life. He had this leather jacket that smelled like home. We met when I was fourteen,” her mother said. Rose waited for her to continue, “and he was beautiful. Golden hair, electric blue eyes. Oh, Rose his smile was like a lightning strike. He made me stand a little taller when he passed by. He talked to me once out of the blue in the corridor. My friends stood by their lockers pretending to gather their books but they really were eavesdropping. He asked me out two weeks later,” she spoke softly, reminiscing the moments.

    Rose held her mothers hand lightly, “Go on.”

    Daisy closed her eyes, “He always said I smelled of flowers. We dated for three years, but when he turned eighteen, he planned to go off to the war. He would write, and tell me things he was feeling or the usual ‘I’m coming home, I promise.’ And I would write back as much as I could. Times were hard. Letters were expensive. Eventually he sent me a leather bound book, and a week later I got a telegram saying he was dead.” She said.

    Rose found herself being a little dumbfound. She felt for her mother on a level she never knew she would.

    “And then I eventually moved on, married your father, had you. Everything was fine, but then he was found to be alive. He came to see me. Said he had to pretend and he was miserable. I couldn’t leave your father though. I couldn’t leave. He died when you were twenty six. I guess I was broken a little. Couldn’t ever find his book he sent me.” She said sadly. Rose pulled the book out and handed it to her mother.

    She left the room quietly.

    ***

    Five hours later, Rose returned to her mothers room with dinner. She found her mother, clutching the book, not breathing.

    She dropped the dinner and ran to her side. She pulled the book away and read the page.

    “Dear Daisy,
    I swear to you, I will find you some day and I will come back. Wait for me.

    And if you cannot, then I will see you in heaven, my sweet flower.

    Love,
    Sam.”

  4. Jewelie

    Authors note:Okay so this is my first post so [deep breath] I tried my best and I split up the beginning dialogue but I kept it in the prompt (hope that still counts), I did this because I felt it flowed better, it felt like a more realistic style to someone writing a letter to someone they love anyways here goes…

    Doomed Love
    Dear Daniel,
    You have to believe me… I was not planning on this… honestly it’s the last thing I wanted…But how could I not? You’ve read through some of my most frivolous events, events that changed my whole world. You’ve read, and maybe you’ve judged, maybe you’ve hated me, maybe you’ve sighed and rolled your eyes or set the book down or laughed at my pain… But you’re still here, still reading, and how could I not love someone who’s done that? How could I not love someone who laughed with me, cried with me, and been my companion through all this?
    You’ve seriously got to believe me though… I honestly did not want to fall in love with you. I knew our time would have to come to an end the moment I started writing to you… But with your soft and gentle spirit, I was drawn to you… Your eyes that piercing blue, yet they were gentle and your smile beckoned me… No matter how hard I tried I was unable to stop myself, because your presence calmed me. Being near you gave me relief, talking with you helped clear my mind.
    However this is my last letter to you, because this is the end… and you know I don’t want it to be… my chest hurts… my heart aches but I know there has to be a conclusion, because I know I will never see you again… After these pages my writing will cease, and tears brim my eyes at the thought… so I don’t want you to turn the page and severe the tie, the connection that we created… I hate the thought of losing you…I don’t want to lose you Daniel. Even though I know by writing this I’m practically guaranteeing it, I still don’t want you to turn the page and be faced with the emptiness that it holds, the hollowness of the page permeating leaving only an echo of my words once written on paper…
    I don’t want to go… but I know I have to… I did not plan on it… falling in love with you was the last thing I wanted…. because now it’s time for us to say goodbye… After you have stuck with me through thick and thin… it is no wonder I fell in love with you… But now it is time for me to write my conclusion… of our last chapter… I knew this time would come and yet… I am right where I knew I would be and I’m begging you not to turn the page… because my words will not be there…
    Love,
    Jewels

  5. breezysatur

    I wasn’t planning on this. Falling in love with you was the last thing I wanted because I knew our time would have to come to an end. Yet here I am begging you not to turn the page.

    You were the one who made me fell special, you showed me what love is. I took you for granted since I know you will never ever leave until one day you left and never returned back.

    Everyday I regret the moments that I turned you down, you were always there for me while I was just there letting you down! I made you feel so unloved, unwanted. All days had past I never showed you,I care, though I provide what you need but that’s just not enough. I remember the day you cooked and beg for me to have dinner with you I jus answered “I’m busy here at work earning money for food” and your cooking too much there!” and curse you. I didn’t realize It was your birthday, yet you never gave up and brought the foods in my work. When you arrived I threw away the food and you left crying. You just wanted to spend time with me but I never had that time for you.

    One day you fainted in front of me, I even scolded you and said “Do you have money for hospital bills”!. At the hospital the doctor told me you were diagnose of stage cancer in the liver. You were so weak and can’t even talk. The Doctor said you will just have few more days to leave.

    I was trembling, I don’t know what to do, whenever I remember you lying in the hospital bed I remember how cruel I am to you. It was not my intention to be rude to you. I just wanted you to be strong and not to be step on by anyone. I didn’t realize that I was over the limit. You were growing and I forgot about caring and loving you. Too soon.

    I went back to the hospital, hoping you’d give me your forgiveness but you were not there on the bed anymore. Tears flow down on my cheeks. “She’s gone, gone too soon” . Our time has come to an end. I know I can never show how much you mean to me.

  6. Kendra Sity

    This is the end. I don’t want it to be, though. I don’t want this to finish, to end, to conclude this story knowing that I’ll never see you again. I don’t want you to turn this page and severe the tie, the connection we’ve forged. I don’t want to lose you, dear reader. I don’t want you to turn the page and be faced with the emptiness it holds, the hollowness of the page permeating your very being in one final, echoing blow.

    I don’t want to go.

    I wasn’t planning on this. Falling in love with you was the last thing I wanted. Because I know our time would have to come to end. Yet here I am, begging you not to turn the page.

    But how could I not fall in love with you? You’ve stuck with me through thick and thin, from beginning to end. You’ve read through the most frivolous events and through events that changed my whole world. You’ve read, and maybe you’ve judged, maybe you’ve hated me, maybe you’ve sighed or rolled your eyes or set this book down or laughed at my pain. But you’re still here, still reading, and how could I not love someone who’s done that? How could I not love someone who laughed with me, cried with me, been my steadfast companion through all this?

    How could I not fall in love with you?

    Please don’t turn the page.

  7. Avidreader5202

    “I wasn’t planning on this. Falling in love with you was the last thing I wanted because I knew our time would have to come to an end. Yet here I am, begging you not to turn the page.” His words were soft, and his blue eyes pierced the shattered remains of my heart. “Oh know you don’t.” I stammered, wrenching my hand away. “Not again! You’re aren’t going to hurt me, then attempt to woo me with your pretty words! I am not some game you can keep on playing!” My words were strong, but inside I was breaking all over again. “Liza, I want to start over, please, what happened in the past is… Well, in the past.” “You said so yourself, our time would come to and end, well guess what, it’s over.” And with that, I turned on my heel and walked out.

  8. BananasWillRule

    “I wasn’t planning on this. Falling in love with you was the last thing I wanted. Because I know our time would have to come to end. Yet, here I am, begging you not to turn the page.”

    You stop and stare at the book. It had all been in third person with daring hero Captain Harvey on his quest to save the Kingdom from the evil monsters and mercenaries that resided outside the walls of the castle. But now it had changed on the penultimate page.

    “I… I honestly have no better way to say this but I’m in love with you and I don’t even know your name. And it will always be that way, won’t it?” You continued to read, honestly confused. Was Captain Harvey talking to you? “And if you turn that page I won’t see your face again and I don’t want that. Your face brightens my day every time you start reading about me again. It’s end game for me.”

    You considered that this was the writer’s way of being humorous. Captain Harvey was just a character in a story. Just a character. Sure, character development has come far but not that far.

    “Please. Please I’ll beg of you. Don’t turn the page. Stay with me.” The words almost jumped off the page. “I… I’ve never been in love before and I don’t think I will again. I want to carry on feeling this way. You make my blood boil and my heart beat and my mind go blank.”

    Feeling silly, you’d speak to the book. “You’re just a character. You’re not real.” You’d laugh to yourself. What are you doing!

    “But you make me feel real. You make me feel like I could fly!”

    Did it just reply..?

    “This is ridiculous…” You’d mutter.

    “Please believe me. When you opened this book I fell in love. I will never love anyone more than the way I love you. Your face when your reading is entrancing. That little smile… I can’t live without it.” You reread from the top of the page. This was real?

    “I. Love. You. I need you. I don’t want my book to end this way – I want the hero’s welcome home with you in my arms and a parade and a chance at happiness. Just grant me this mercy – don’t turn the page. Now I’ve tasted love I don’t want to let it go.”

    You found yourself believing those words. “Alright. I’ll just close the book, how about that?”

    “Thank you.”

    You closed the book and left it on the table.

    Later that evening, an insatiable urge to know how it ended took hold and hoping that your conversation earlier was all a dream, you opened the last page of the book and read of Captain Harvey’s horrific and gruesome death.

    Your heart started to race and you turned back to the page before but…

    …it was blank.

  9. Early Blogger

    Who is the speaker and who is the speaker talking to? Finish the scene.

    Doomed Love

    “I wasn’t planning on this. Falling in love with you was the last thing I wanted. Because I know our time would have to come to end. Yet, here I am, begging you not to turn the page.” said he.

    “Loving you would be suicide for me. Why can’t you see that?”

    Her words rippled in the confines of the small space. The words she spoke vaporized between the two. She couldn’t stand to be so close to his scorching heat.

    What he was doing to her?

    The way she responded to his touch was unforgivable. Little by little, she could feel herself becoming less and less in his presence.

    “I’m warning you! Keep away from me!” she said.

    “Please!” He replied. “I’m not asking you to love me forever. Just move closer…spend some time with me. “He gestured for her to sit on his lap. “Let my love… engulf you.” He could feel the raw emotion roaring within, red-hot and blazing.

    Despite herself, she began to move closer and closer to her boiling point; that point of no return
    .
    Allowing herself to sink into the warmth that now surrounded her, she knew that it was but a mere illusion of security; that every moment she spent with him would bring her closer to her inevitable death. Every molecule in her body told her to leave. Internally, tiny bubbles danced and popped. How exciting she felt around him. How alive!

    She began to sweat, and as she did so, tiny droplets fell from her supple curves. Imagining she could hear each one sizzle as it fell on his blazing-hot, iron-hard chest, she straddled and hovered just above him. His fingers danced fiercely on her now. Every touch draining her from within. She could feel him depleting her ounce by ounce. She knew her time left with him was brief. If she was going to die, it would be in a blaze of heat so furious, it would cause her insides to explode and rupture all around him, and he would feel the agony of her love as it rained down upon him, if only for a moment.

    Her scream broke like a banshee whistling in the dead of night; the sound an unbearable grievance, and she already a memory of what once was.

    And there, left all alone, Fire mourned the death of his beloved Water.

  10. Midnight Angell

    I wasn’t planning on this. Falling in love with you was the last thing I wanted because I knew our time would have to come to an end. Yet here I am begging you not to turn the page.

    Why did you text me again? It’s been months since you told me to leave you alone. It killed me hearing you say that but I understand why you said it. We’re two different people and we would never be right together. I know that in my mind, but for some reason my heart won’t understand. I thought I had forgotten you. You weren’t in my thoughts any longer, and I was free. But you trap me again, in this yearning desire to hear from you again. I stare at my phone waiting to see your name on the screen, to read the words you don’t even think about as you text them to me.

    I knew freedom without you; I told you that I didn’t love you and I would never love again after him. Yet, here you are in my heart. Making it pitter-patter with an intensity that no one has ever done before. I don’t know why I love you, but I do. You’ve broken my heart and pieced it back together so many times; I don’t even understand how I can still feel such a thing as love. But I’m certain I’m in love with you. I didn’t believe that word until I met you. It’s such a disgusting word, but not when it’s about you. You make it beautiful, timeless; almost cruelly so.

    I’m stuck in our past; we would stay up for hours not really talking about anything but still talking about something. You would laugh and that would make me laugh. Your voice would send shivers up my spine at its rustic nature. When I would see your face, it would send colors to my cheeks and I’d have to shield my face from your teasing. You were so persistent then, telling me you loved me. I didn’t want to admit that I could see your doubts about us; I assured you it wouldn’t work just to see you persist that it would. You would insist to the ends of the Earth that I was your one true love and nothing would change that… But she did, didn’t she? She came into your life, and I hate her. I despise love and any notion of the word. But at the same time, I can’t deny my feelings. I hate that she got your heart, and I didn’t. I hate that I didn’t even try to give in to my feelings and tucked them away. I thought she was better for you, even though I didn’t want her to be. I wanted to be your best friend, your safe keeper, your lover. We knew everything about each other, but that’s not how it is now, is it?

    She’s got you, and I’m here wishing I didn’t know love. I curse the word and everyone who says it. You’ll always have mine, and I’ll never be able to know any other’s. Love is something I never wanted, and something I’ll never have again.

  11. lauraJparkes

    I wasn’t planning on this. Falling in love with you was the last thing I wanted. Because I knew our time would have to come to an end. Yet, here I am, begging you not to turn the page.

    You let me into your life. You, with your gentle spirit, always with a kind word to anyone who needed it. You, with your preference for dresses and cherries, your soft brown hair held back by a headband. 


    I watched you on train, rain or shine, on your way to work. I got to see that you always give away tokens to those that look less fortunate, slipping them gift cards to stores I only know through you. They smiled so brightly when they saw you coming, a look you always returned. 



    I watched you at your office, from the desk. I’ve watched you suffer silently, never being noticed for all that you do. You’re the glue that holds everything together. I wish you knew.

    
I watched you in your home, a cozy cottage that you infused with warmth. Creamy yellow walls, hand painted trinkets, and the white and brown cat that follows you everywhere. It smells like lilacs and freshly baked cookies.

    

My time is ending, and I wish you knew that I didn’t want it to. 

You made me real, and the moment you turn the last page, I’ll cease to exist to you.

    I’ll just be another thing to be stowed away. 

I’ll just be that story you read once, but for me, you showed me another world. 


    I never knew I’d find love outside my pages until I met you.

  12. Poroporo

    “I wasn’t planning on this. Falling in love with you was the last thing I wanted. Because I know our time would have to come to end. Yet, here I am, begging you not to turn the page.”
    I wipe a tear from the corner of my eye. I knew we had had limited time, but I hadn’t realized how short it would be. It seemed as if time was intentionally being cruel to us.
    “My darling, you will forever remain in my heart. It is my fault, if I hadn’t taken you back, you would be living a life of bliss with a new family; it wouldn’t be this difficult. Forgive me. Please remember me, my child?”
    With tears rushing streaming down her beloved face, she stares into my heartbroken eyes. Her height barely reaches the top of my head when I crouch down. Cheeks blushing, her chin quivers, a single drop of tear precariously hanging off the tip of her nose. She is wearing her favourite pink jacket and rain boots, prepared to leave me for the last time.
    “Yes, papa. I’ll love you forever,’ she whispers. Tilting her head down, she glances at the holes in her pants, knowing she is in the crossfire of misfortune and bad choices. However not angry, she is just filled with misery, not just for her but also for her dear papa.
    I fold her into a hug, my warmth enveloping her. “Shhh,” I soothe her, “Everything will turn out all right. I’ll find a way to see you; the state can’t keep you away forever.”
    Squeezing her one last time, I glare at the social worker standing behind my girl. “It’s in your best interest to take care of her properly, you hear me? Give her the best home possible.” The social worker peers at me from underneath her bangs, sympathy etched into her face. She has waited patiently for long enough; I release my sweet treasured child into the arms of a stranger, and swallow the lump in my throat. With one last lingering look at my precious baby, I murmur a loving, but sorrowful, goodbye to the one I have loved the most.

  13. amberlynn522

    This is my first post, just trying to flex my writing muscles, since I’ve been so out of practice lately! [Deep breath.] Here goes…

    “I wasn’t planning on this. Falling in love with you was the last thing I wanted. Because I know our time would have to come to end. Yet, here I am, begging you not to turn the page.” A single warm tear falls down my cheek, but I ignore it. I am baring myself to her in a final, desperate effort.

    She offers a sad smile and cups my cheek with her hand, brushing away my solitary tear with a swipe of her thumb. I can see worlds within her eyes. She holds my gaze as she speaks, barely above a whisper.

    “I love you too, my sweet girl,” she tells me. “I will always love you. And I will never forget you, or your smile, your kiss, or the way you taste. I will dream about you when I sleep, and I will think of you always.” She kisses me softly, a most electrifying sensation, and then lets go.

    “Please, don’t go!” I cry out as she picks up her bags.

    “You know I cannot stay. Maybe in another life, it could have been so. But I must marry the man I have been promised to. I have no choice in this. I must go, but my heart will stay with you always.” And with those final words, she turns and walks away, out of my life forever.

    Perhaps her will is stronger than mine, because my legs will no longer support me and I collapse to the floor, holding my stomach as screams rip through my chest. I knew it could never be, two women in love as we are. But my heart does not understand the laws of man, and so it weeps for her evermore.

  14. MayBest59

    I wasn’t planning on this. Falling in love with you was the last thing I wanted because I knew our time would have to come to an end. Yet here I am begging you not to turn the page.

    I’ll be the first to admit, I was afraid to even get near you. Oh, you looked like the perfect charmer and obviously had a sweet side, but I could just tell I would pay the price entertaining you and your advances. Not to mention the unavoidable chill I’d feel being with you—the double edge sword of love, I guess. But pushing my fears aside, I reached out to touch you and to my surprise, all I could feel was warmth. No—magic. And I wanted this moment to last forever.

    I became one of those girls I tend to loathe: taking you in on the first night without giving any serious thought about the consequences of this decision. I shushed my inner-voice before she even began to speak, and took you in. And then you had me.

    Foolish, I know. But, I carried on unbothered and enjoyed getting caught up in our moment: warmly cuddling, indulgently spooning, and blissfully giggling for what seemed like hours. Only, it wasn’t hours—it was only minutes. Minutes that seemed to stop time and have me outside of myself. And that’s when I knew I was in love.

    Love tends to be annoying like that: jolting you from reality transporting you to some kind of euphoric-dumb-state where thinking is frowned upon and feelings are praised, and it’s OK because, well, you’re in love. But at some point, reality slowly starts untying the blinding mask covering your mind’s eye enabling you to indulge in these imaginative fantasies. And in some self-fulfilling prophecy, reality is blinding, too.

    And there was my blinding truth staring me in the face: You would leave me. Not because you couldn’t get enough of me, but because I couldn’t get enough of you. Maybe I was too clingy. Maybe I wanted you too much. Please don’t fault me for that—I just longed for the impossible: for us to be frozen in time and you, forever.

    And now I’m down to my last chocolate-filled kiss; my last delectably chilling spoonful of you.

    ***
    To Ben. Or Jerry. I can’t remember because I was drunk in love.

  15. Nova03

    The men from C.L.O.N.E. approached what remained of the entrance to my building, this is it, no way out. I had made up my mind sometime ago not to resist when the time came. It was worth whatever the consequences or cost, even my life. After being charged with 67 counts, the medical tribunal was up next to deal with my transgressions. I was well aware that someday the knock would come to the door. Cloning has been unlawful for well over a hundred years across the Federation. Still unsure what happen to me, I was unable to control my insatiable desires to clone.

    Arata and I were headed to the local watering hole for a few cold ones. He promise a surprise that will rock my world forever. In fact, change every green blooded male’s life. The regular house crew were in full swing tonight. The music was in full effect, Aiko was into her take of “Gathering Up My Love”, not that she could carry a note. Settling into a night of forgetting my troubles was the goal. “Junko, check it out, look who just walked into the place”, Arata said with his mouth hanging open. One would think, he had witness an alien entering the room. The entire club went silent, even Aiko had to pause for her, who is this ebony goddess of the night. “What did I say, huh, did I lie? Ayako is her name”, said Arata. When Ayako stepped to the bar to order, her hair was off the chain, the Afro was extremely large for this miniature female.

    The trouble start when when this ebony princess took total control of my heart, my head, and ended any rational behavior on my part. The only thing left was the preaching; it was over for me. A smooth dark Caramel chocolate delight walked into my life and put her seven inch spiked heel into my heart. A tiny perfectly formed female came into my life. Ayako is about 144 centimeters, six stones that’s it. With dark grey eyes with a hint of green sunlight, Ayako demanded everyone’s attention. No exception.

    Not wanting to be humiliated and rejected by her again after several failed attempts to introduce myself. Ayako’s response is always the same, “drop dead”. Desperate for this female’s attention, giving in to my weaknesses, I did the unthinkable. The act is forbidden across the galaxy. Managing to secretly appropriate a small sample of Ayako’s DNA without consent.

    Satisfying my need for a companion, I cloned her. Cloning any person is strictly forbidden. After all, what the harm is it, the lifespan of clones is only twenty days, rationalizing my decision. The plan was to create one and only one clone of Ayako. Then the unthinkable happen. I wasn’t planning on this. Falling in love with Ayako was the last thing I wanted. Because I know our time would have to come to an end in twenty days. Yet, here I am, begging you not to turn the page.

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