@Star_Girls_puppers_was_attacked
(Whatever you Want)
(Whatever you Want)
(I- I really am sorry. I didn't mean to offend you in the slightest. This is your story, I was just having a hard time trying to figure out what to do. I really didn't mean to hurt you, if I did.)
(No I juat write a certain way but go ahead)
(Then I'm still sorry. I meant no harm about your writing, it just didn't work.)
(But as I said before, I believe you would need to write first so you would come and talk to someone. Unless we're not doing that.)
(Honestly I wasn;t going to have her leave the house she was just going to stay outside and then you put it where she was going somewhere and shes not exactly dressed)
(Oh… right. I apologize for that. If I do something like that, just let me know. I'll fix that then, considering I completely forgot.)
As Caroline was sitting outside on the porch, the weather seemed to be nice. It was warm and sunny, every once in awhile a soft breeze floated through. The perfect day for a pool party. Which of course, worked perfectly for tonight. Not many people were out on the streets, the traffic not super busy in this part of town. There were no tourist attractions, so why would it be?
Caroline Leaned against the White post closing her eyes as a soft breeze blew through. She Felt exhausted although she wasn´t . She was confused and hurt all at the same time. She just for one wanted someone to understand, But no one ever would, and she knew it.
Once dressed, Brad gathered some breakfast before coming up to the front door. Sucking in a deep breath, he pulled on the handle so the door would unlatch. "Babe…" Brad said softly, holding on to a glass of orange juice and a plate with one of the muffins he had made. "You hungry?"
She looked over at him with a shrug
Sighing weakly, he stepped out on to the patio setting the contents in his hands on a side table. "You're still mad…" Brad mumbled a bit, glancing at her with a slight frown. "I'm sorry that I bother you so much. And that I want to protect you."
"i just wish you'd understand I'm capable of taking care of myself" she said
"I do. I wish you would realize the same for me sometimes, but clearly you don't think I can. I know you can take care of yourself, but I'm scared I'll lose you again. You aren't seeming to grasp that concept." Brad whispered, keeping his distance from her. "This had nothing to do with you. It's all how I feel. I can't really just suck it up, and pretend I don't have emotions. I'm a living, breathing, human being."
She clenched her hands into fists drawing blood
"If you don't want to go tonight, that's fine. I'm sorry I've been such a bother to you. I'll go, just to get out of your hair." Brad mumbled, before ducking back inside with not much more to say. What was there? Anything he did would lead to another stupid fight. He tried so hard not to, but when she wouldn't listen, it got incredibly frustrating.
They didn't listen to each other that was thier problem she sighed walking back in she went to thier back bedroom to pack her things,
Brad sat in the middle of the living room, laying on the floor staring up. 'We didn't fight… but now she's going to do something stupid because she's mad at me. And it'll be my fault.' The quiet thoughts started eating at him, and he knew this was true. But what was the point trying to stop her? If she was going to leave, then she just needed to leave. Caroline promised not to leave, and if she did she would have lied. Why should he believe anything else she had said? If she couldn't keep a promise, then why would she keep the truth? Clearly, if she was going to leave, she may have never really loved him in the first place.
Maybe she would leave to get him to chase after her. But he was done following along like a puppy. She needed to make up her mind, because he was done trying to keep up. Brad wasn't going to keep committing to something that Caroline wouldn't back. He wouldn't marry her if she left. Simple as that.
So now he waited for her to come out, and tell him she was leaving. Brad had wasted enough agony and tears over him, weeks of physical harm had been done to himself because she had gone.
Maybe the two weren't really meant to be. It seemed stupid now. Of course he still loved her, but something wasn't working. They just couldn't get along. 'Fighting in a relationship is good… it's healthy.' Which was true, but too much led to disaster. He was getting tired of the disaster, and had a feeling she was feeling just the same.
She walked out "I love you Brad but we just keep going at each other somethings going to happen I'm going to have a seizure " she reached down and kissed his cheek
"So you're leaving, right? Instead of trying to talk to me, you just get up and leave?" Brad asked her softly, not bitterness or anger laced in his tone. He wasn't angry, he wasn't surprised, he wasn't even hurt. Just frustrated. Knowing what she was going to say, he sat up with a blank expression. "That's fine. Though if you come back in a few months, don't be surprised. I don't want you to fool yourself and think I'll be waiting expectantly. I've got to move on, because I'm tired of this baby-doll. You running off without telling me where you're going, or when you'll be back. It's beyond frustrating."
With a heavy sigh, he got up off the floor with a ghost of a smile. "So go. Tell everyone goodbye. And start fresh. I'm sure you'll find someone worth loving wherever you're going."
She leaned down to whisper in his ear " Im sorry arrow called last night I'm.doing this for you" she said
"W-what?" Brad asked confused, his brow tightly knitted inwards at her words. It was so spontaneous, he wasn't sure how to take it. Arrow? How did he have anything to do with her leaving? Brad was honestly beyond lost, he didn't understand what she was saying. She was leaving to protect herself? Was she leaving to protect him? Who knew, because it clearly wasn't him.
"i was starting fights with you hoping you'd break up with me and when you weren't I had to leave he's going to kill you he wants me and he can't have. Me were together
Brad had a dumbfounded look across his face. The hurt was starting to come through, and his confusion was just the same as before. "T-then why not just tell me that? Why not let me go after him to beat him up the night you came back. W-why not just talk to me!?" He asked, the fear of her trying to lose him for her ex starting to sting more and more.
(Might I say, that was an unexpected, but good twist. I applaud you on that, because it clears things up a lot more.)
"I had to protect you Brad i couldn't let you die certainly not for me" she said
(Thank you)
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