a heartbreaking moment

It’s the same old room. The same old smell. The same old settings. Except this time, the girl is crying. Crying so hard, that the makeup has melted. The gradually fainted eyeliner revealed the girl’s sadness. For the very first time, the girl speaks. “I am sorry. Let’s start everything over.” The stillness of the boy from the opposite of the room triggers more tears. The girl starts weeping. Weeping so hard, that the girl thinks she might faint. “We are done.” Comes from the far corner of the room. Without emotions. The room goes back to the quietness. Girl tries to talk, but the crying is in her way. She touches the bed, looks mildly at the cold back of the boy, trying to soothe her mood. With a deep breathe, she talks again. “Is there really no way to fix us? I don’t want to live without you.” Another silence breaks the girl’s confidence completely. Puts the dignity aside, she knees down and begs. But nothing can alter the boy’s determined mind. “Now, you get your answer. You are wasting my time.” And the boy leaves the room, not even lay his eyes once on the devastating girl.

letters.

Dear John:
I really appreciate the letter u sent me. And it reminds me of every single detail when you were my student. You are a brilliant guy. You have remembered the stuffs I told you and apply those to your own witting. I am really impressed.
About the tour to Europe I suggested, I am glad that you didn't have to experience the shame. Although the Great Depression did hurt me in some ways. But that is not the point. Look at what you have achieved right now, all by yourself, without any exterior forces. And winning the Nobel Prize.
last, again. Thanks for the greeting and this letter.
Best Regard.
Edith Mirrielees

charley.

It is a sunny day, just like usual. But today’s slightly different. John and I are going to the Yellowstone Park. I have never been to anywhere that far before, except the one time that I almost got washed away by a river, but anyway, I am all excited about this.

As we reached the gate, there is a man rambling something about a bear. I have no idea what his point is. All I am thinking is running around in the huge park to strength out limbs. My long legs are all tense and stiff because of stay in indoor all the time. Finally, John and the man finish their pointless talking and take me into the park.

As we walk, I sense a feeling of danger. I persuade myself into believing that I am just being paranoid. Suddenly, a giant bear pop out in front of me, and scare the crap out of me. Probably is the hormone or other thing in my body, I feel so strong and brave all of the sudden.

I barked.

And barked

And barked.

finally everything is calm as before again. only one thing is different.

I turned to look at John. He is looking at me with this weird look, as if he couldn't even recognize me no more.

I bark at John again, wish to scare him and wash away that look on his face.

I don't get this. How come John doesn't know what kind of dog I am?