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Left Me Broken

Chapter 1

By Jasmine HopePublished 7 years ago 4 min read
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Not even a promise ring can keep his promise

Kimberly Torrance looked at the promise ring on her finger.

The ring that was supposed to hold unspoken promises, unbreakable promises.

Yet, promises where broken and hurtful things were spoken, therefore making this ring useless

Useless, meaning she should have thrown it out, burned it, done anything other than keep it locked on her ring finger, almost creating a barrier in which she couldn't escape from. The inevitable was just being pushed back, and getting over him was made 1,000 times more difficult.

She walked over to the window and reflected on her picturesque surroundings. She had always loved the calm aura London was surrounded with. With its hidden gems safely tucked away, just waiting to be discovered, it was just yearning to be searched. It was a place that fused her passion for adventure, risks, and overall spur of the moment craziness.

Sat on her window sill, she was fixated with the magical skyline of the Queens city, the cars tearing through the crowded streets, the shouts of children playing gleefully in the cobbled streets.

Huh, look at that little boy in that tree...

As she gazed on the ongoing scene in front of her, she almost missed the large figure approaching her dilapidated apartment building.

Almost.

Her perceptive eye just caught the shadow stop in its tracks all the while looking quite distressed. Quickly, she began to put the pieces together, and realised that this something was anything but, rather someone.

Someone, someone who'd trapped her heart and thrown away the key, who promised so many things only to leave behind small false pieces of his promises while taking any truthful ones with him, leaving a pathetic mess of a girl trying to fit the crushed pieces of her heart and those untrue promises he told her upon leaving together to create an incomplete puzzle of justification for the guy who broke her heart.

Kimberly gulped. She tried to escape the thoughts that was evading her mind, but to no avail. Instead of looking at the disgruntled figure, she gazed at her reflection;

She was a shrewdish, slender twenty-five year old with emerald green eyes and desert blonde hair, in which this instance, was thrown up in an extreamly messy bun, leaving small hairs framing her olive face. Makeup was too a minimum, as always, and her clothes at present consisted of a baggy 'thrasher' t-shirt and some loose Nike joggers.

Her friends constantly commented on her lack of effort in the appearance category. "You'd look so much better if you wore something less conservative." was the most common. Yet, they all seemed to think she was the well put together, smart, innovative friend. The "organised" one of their group. Which of course, was completely false branding.

She quickly rubbed off some crumbs from her mouth which somehow appeared out of no where, and had nothing to do with the fact she'd been eating her feelings for the past 5 months.

Knock knock knock.

“Please don’t let it be him” She thought, crossing her fingers to the point they became cramped.

Making her way to her door, she was taking many breaths to calm herself.

A quick peek through her peep hole and she knew who it was, making her bolt back to the comfort of her bedroom.

It was him, he was knocking on her door after months of being MIA.

The sudden noise made Kim snap out of whatever day dream she had drifted into and into a spur of panic

Another imperfection; attention span of a fly.

For a few seconds, she thought about diving out the back window to avoid the dreaded confrontation at her front door.

But alas, her heart won the argument with her brain, and since she was so ardently in love with him still, she decided to face her fear head on.

And with that, she made her way through the dimly lit corridors of her one bedroom flat, passing her many pictures of close family and a little too many zac efron posters on her way to the front door.

Dragging herself through the small, Pinterest style living room that would make any millennial jealous, into the hallway which was decorated with delicate flower arrangements on the table adjacent from the front door.

Knock knock knock.

The front door, which behind it, stood the guy who's ring was still on her finger, leaving her heart utterly trapped in the delusion of her happy ending with her personal modern Prince Charming.

Unlocking the wooden door, she slid the padlock as slowly as she could while attempting to calm her erratic heart beat.

With one final mental pep talk, she swung open the door, and looked — no, gaped — at the familiar man in front of her. The man, who no matter how terribly he'd tortured her every thought these past months, still had her heart. Nobody, anywhere, could hold a flame to him.

"Hello, Kimberley.”

And she was breathless.

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Jasmine Hope

Young writer of mostly depressing stories because, why not?

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