No Looking Back (standard:drama, 1774 words)
Author: Puck	Added: Sep 14 2000	Views/Reads: 4435/2517	Story vote: 0.00 (0 votes)
It's about a girl who decides to take a vaction to Florida with her boyfriend in an attempt to get him to want to marry her.

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“Babe, what are you doing out here, come swim with me!” Chad was sopping
wet and his face was red, as though he had just swam ten miles. 

“Honey, I just want to relax,” she explained. “Besides, I want a nice
tan.” She pulled him down next to her and laid her head on his chest. 
“Why don’t you lie here and sleep with me, it’ll be romantic.” She 
kissed his cheek. 

“We didn’t come to Florida to be romantic, did we?” 

She turned and glared at him, pushing herself up off him. Her cheeks
were as red as a boiled lobster 

“No, I didn’t mean it that way Kate...” he began. 

“I’m sure you didn’t,” she cut him off. “You never mean to say anything
wrong or do anything wrong, do you?” She got up quickly, grabbing her 
towel and lotion. 

“Aw c’mon Kate, wait a second.” He grabbed her arm. 

She angrily jerked her arm from him. “Wait! For what Chad?” She took a
step back away from him. “That’s all I’ve been doing for two years now! 
Waiting for you to love me as much as I love you. Waiting for you to 
finally realize what I’ve known all along!” 

He stepped closer to her. “And what is that?” He threw his hands up in
frustration. 

“That we were meant to be together! Then. Now. Always!” Tears streamed
down her face, she was finally telling him the way she had felt since 
she had first met him. 

Chad groaned. “Not this wedding stuff again Kate. I already explained to
you that I’m just not ready for that kind of commitment. I’m too young, 
and so are you.” His piercing emerald eyes burned deep into her heart. 

She turned her back to him, the tears soaking her cheeks and the sand
below. She tried to sound calm. The entire beach was staring at them, 
like it was some dramatic scene in an over-watched soap opera. Swimmers 
had stopped swimming. Tanners had stopped tanning. The two little boys 
had stopped the construction of their over-sized moat. All eyes were on 
her. “You are twenty-four years old Chad, and I am twenty-two, I hardly 
find that too young to be married, especially after we have lived 
together for over a year. Admit it, I love you more than you will ever 
be able to love me.” 

“Now that’s not true. I do love you. Just not enough to marry you.” He
touched her shoulder. 

She shook her head. (Did he ever think about what he was going to say
before he said it?) But the words held truth. He didn’t love her enough 
to commit his life to loving her. The realization stung like rubbing 
alcohol on a scraped knee. She was so blind. She shook his hand off her 
shoulder and turned to him. “I know Chad, and that’s what hurts the 
most.” 

He sighed. “I didn’t mean it like that either,” he protested. “I’m just
not sure if this is the right time or not...” 

She barely heard his explanation. It didn’t matter to her anymore.
Nothing mattered to her. She wiped the tears away, trying to get her 
baby blue eyes to focus. She wanted to be away from him, far away from 
him. She turned and walked away. He didn’t follow. 

She awoke from her slumber uneasily. She was not sure exactly how long
she had been sleeping under the palm tree. Though the sleep had done 
little to calm her mind. She felt so alone. She had wasted her life 
with him. He was her life. She had been with him so long, she knew no 
other way. She had been so foolish. Crazy even. Thinking that Chad 
would want her as his wife. He probably had some other woman. A 
beautiful woman. Much more so than she. Crazy, that’s what she was. She 
gazed out at the clear blue water. It looked so harmless. The tears 
began to fall once more. Why was she here? The sun had begun to go 
down, and Chad would be looking for her soon. The beach was now 
virtually empty, aside from the two teens touching and kissing in the 
shade of a dune. She was so stupid to think that some escapade to 
Florida would make Chad want to marry her. The idea seemed so ludicrous 
to her now. She put her hands over her face, catching the tears as they 
fell, one by one. 

She vaguely remembered Chad finding her and taking her back to the hotel
room. He had tried to explain the whole way back to the suite. She 
didn’t listen. Didn’t even care. As far as she was concerned, her life 
was over. She had nothing, (Was nothing) without him. She had nodded 
when he had asked her for forgiveness, though she didn’t really forgive 
him. He had been happy by that. He had taken her. Had swooped down upon 
her, like a vulture really, covering her with his body. His lips and 
hands had been all over her. Though she felt nothing. He had consumed 
her body. When it was all said and done, she had watched him sleep. The 
rhythm of his chest rising and falling mesmerized her. The act had left 
her feeling more empty than before. All she was to him was a body. Not 
worthy of love. She got up slowly, throwing on a pair of shorts and 
shirt. She bent down and kissed him. It was a shame she was not good 
enough for him. “Goodbye.” She whispered into his ear. She left the 
room without looking back. 

It was after midnight. The beach was completely devoid of life. The
water was dismal, eerie even.  Like a black hole, drawing her into its 
depths. It was harmless during the day, yet at night its waves crashed 
onto the shore. It was like hell really. The empty, black gates of 
hell. She looked back at the resort. She was sorry it had to be this 
way. She stepped out into the water. The cold lapping at her ankles. 
She kept walking. There was no turning back now. No looking back. 


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