The man with the pink balloons

This is a story about a girl who meets a man with pink balloons.

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2. THE MAN WITH THE PINK BALLOONS

How could this have happened? Why did this happen? And why did it happen to me? Of all the people in the world, it had to happen to me. It just made no sense. I would do anything to change the past. Just rewind time and change everything. Do everything in a different way, just to prevent this from happening.

Maybe if I did something different, it wouldn’t have happened. But it did. I have to live with it. I just have to move on. There is no rewinding. There is no time machine that can take me back in time. There is no way to take it back. Every word was said, and everything was over.

Maybe if I went back and apologised. Maybe he would take me back. Maybe. Just maybe we could try again and this time I would do everything different. Just to prevent it from happening again.

No, he did this to me. He should be the one to apologise. Not me. Not me. It wasn’t my fault. He cheated on me. I shouldn’t be the one to apologise.

Maybe he wanted to apologise. Maybe he couldn’t find me. Maybe I should go back, and then he would apologise.

No. I can’t be together with him. But I still love him, even though I know it’s wrong. Maybe I should go back.

I stopped in my tracks. Maybe I should go back. I turned around, but I didn’t move forward. I turned around again. I can’t go back. I can’t go back to him. He hurt me. He doesn’t deserve me. I deserve better.

I sat down on the edge of the road and looked over the fields, not noticing the man besides me.

“Hello,” he said.

“Hello,” I said giving him a quick look before I looked away. He looked sad too, just like me. I wondered what was wrong, but I couldn’t ask. I didn’t know him. I didn’t know what to say.

“Are you okay?” He asked me.

“I’m fine,” I lied and gave him another quick look. He had some pink balloons. I wondered why.

“What about you?” I asked as I looked up at the pink balloons.

“I’m fine too,” he said. I knew he was lying, he looked away, when he said it, but I lied too.

After we sat there for awhile both being quiet. I looked over at him again, and I noticed, that he was handing me the pink balloons. What was I going to do with them? I thought, but I accepted them.

I took them and accidentally let one of them go, but I felt better. I felt like I was letting go of the past. I let another one fly away, this time I felt like I was letting go of everything that had ever happened to me. I did it again this time I felt like I was letting go of all the grief I had felt. I let the last one fly away, and this time I felt like I was letting go of everyone, who had ever hurt me. I felt good.

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