A short report I'm doing for class. Would you guys please give me som honest feedback. It's for extra credit and I honestly need it so bad. So yeah, pleaseeeee.
“Do you?” I breathed deeply. “Do I what?” he laughed slightly and cocked his head. I watched the cool blue water lap on the beach; a cool breeze blows my auburn hair over my face. “Love me?” I said it so low that I was afraid he didn’t hear, but I had hoped he did for the fear of repeating myself. He didn’t speak for what seemed like the longest time and I felt the heaviness in the air between us thicken even more. “Of course I do.” He finally spoke and I let go of the breath I hadn’t realized I was holding. “And do you?” he turned to look at me and I still refused to look at him. I continued to watch the water lap on the white sand and I inhaled the scent of the ocean. “Do I what?” I acted oblivious to what he was talking about, but deep down we both knew I understood. “Don’t play stupid with me Ash.” He sighed and ran a hand through his blonde hair and I finally snuck a glance at him. He looked so beautiful, so innocent, and I felt ashamed of what I had done. “Of course I love you Wren.” I smiled lightly as I remembered the few short memories of Wren and I that had been real. He turned toward me swiftly and pushed me up against the palm tree we had been standing by, pinning my back firmly against it. His expression flashed angry, but returned back to a soft, hurt one almost instantly. “Please Ash, just please don’t lie to me.” He pushed off the tree and turned back around. I felt my throat tighten and I didn’t know what to say. He knew what I didn’t want to admit myself, and I had to admit it. I didn’t have a choice anymore, he deserved the truth. “I did. I really did Wren.” I took a bold move and softly touched his arm; he jerked away almost instantly. “Did? As in past tense.” he asked his voice breaking. Even though I didn’t love him, it still hurt to know that I was the cause of his pain. He shook his head and brushed away the hair that had fallen in his face and turned around to face me. He put his hands on my shoulders and I shuttered at his cold touch. It was so odd how he was so cold when it was such a beautiful, warm day out. “I’m sorry.” He leaned in and kissed my forehead and I stood in silence, to guilty to speak. He moved some hair out of my face and turned around; he paused as if wondering if he should keep walking but then began walking again, faster this time. As I watched him walk off I wanted nothing more than to call out to him; make him turn around and apologize and say everything that was running through my mind. I knew I wouldn’t though; I knew I would let him walk away. And I did just that; I watched him walk down the sandy white beach until he was down the boarded pathway and no longer in sight.
And in that instant I felt myself break.
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