Story Telling

"This story happened in London, a few years ago with a friend of mine, Michael. He is a mundane man, who doesn’t care about feeling and all that. But, one day, was walking on the sidewalk, when he bumped into a woman, who was carrying some books or whatever. They had a quick chat, that 'thing' happened, and she went away. He looked at the sidewalk and there was a necklace with a pendant that, seemingly, was hers. But when he turned around to call the woman, she was already gone. Little did he know that this meeting would become an obsession.
He went home or whatever, and kept thinking about what happened, and decided to look for her to give the necklace back.
He started thinking of where he could find her, and remembered the books she was holding.
He went to the library and asked the librarian who borrowed this and that books. The librarian couldn’t tell him that, what made Michael kind of angry. He tried to please her, but she as a fastidious woman. Then he thought about describing the woman and the librarian agreed that it was her.
For days he would go to the library, hoping to meet her.
This day came. He approached her and she remembered him. He showed her necklace and she invited him to go to a coffee shop or whatever. He said “I have things to do”, and she answered “ok”, and after saying their goodbyes, he went home. This innocuous good bye made him want to shoot himself in regret, but at least he knew her name: Donna. Some days passed and he finds her [again], and he was so happy, because now he wanted to say some things to her, but when he got closer, he saw that she was with another man. So, that’s just another love story that didn’t work out.


The End"

(by Taylin e Mariane) =)


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