EXERCISE Weekly Writing Challenge #5

Discussion in 'REFINING WRITING' started by Vay, Dec 12, 2010.

  1. Well got another one for you. Going back to the familiar theme challenges for those battling with the monthly. This week's theme it a simple one dealing with a simple concept, the hardest words to say. Lets see what Iwaku can come up with.

    For the new members or those looking at the challenges for the first time, we're looking for a paragraph the length of your typical RP post, normal forum rules apply though spoiler tags are there for a reason. Have Fun

    These week's theme: An apology.

    #1 Vay, Dec 12, 2010
    Last edited by a moderator: Feb 15, 2014
  2. For years, he had been the only one apologizing; the only one who had given enough of a shit about this relationship to try and keep it alive. For so long, he had been fighting, loosing sight of even what he wanted anymore. Dreams and goals slipped by him, days and nights stretched on for impossible lengths of time. Dark circles under his eyes, his skin was cold- clammy, and he looked as if he had seen a ghost. Like something important to him had been ripped away from his hands, and he was left here, trying to make sense of what he had just lost. But she didn't care.

    After all these years, of trying to fix it, she had finally just gotten up and left like it wasn't even an issue to her. Like it didn't matter. Like HE didn't matter. So now he laid on his bed, alone and broken.

    His friends had tried to help him and his family was so worried that after a week had gone by, they entered him into the psych ward, unsure of how else they could help him. For a while, they tried to talk her into at least going back to him if only to talk and try and help him out... since she was the only person he even wanted to see at this point. Nothing else mattered to him.

    Only a few remained there by his side after two years had gone by, and by that time, she was married. Not a single person had told him that, though, everyone was afraid of how he would take it while he was still in such a fragile state. But then the day finally came, and she walked back into the room where they had once slept together, where they used to eat together... the bathroom where they would shower together. In her hand, the key to the house was tightly gripped, knuckles going white as she finally left the house and then headed for where he was.

    As she walked into the room, she was overtaken by how quiet the room was. He just slept on his bed, looking no more than skin and bone, his skin sallow and sickly-looking as his breath came in ragged gasps, a constant bad dream replaying in his head as she came over to the bedside, pulling up a chair and taking his hand in hers, leaning over and resting her head on their intertwined hands, the tears came easy as she thought of what she had done.

    "I'm sorry.... Oh gods, I'm sorry!"