Well, basically, a random writing is when I write random short little pieces, which are usually only a few paragraphs long, and are not a full story. They're like, a part of a story, just that the story does not exist. ^^ So... Here's the first one! :)
There we stood, in the snow covered playground. It was freezing cold, we were shivering and our warm breaths were visible in the cold winter air, it was not unlike the day we met ten years ago. It was there, in that exact same spot, that we first met. We were kids back then, playing in the snow, having snow fights, making snow angels, and building snow men. We met at this playground ten years ago, and have been friends ever since. This was our spot, where we first met, where we had our dates, where we had our first kiss, and it seemed fitting that it would be where we confront each other.
We both stood there as the snow piled, just staring at each other, not speaking. The silence between us was as calming as it was nerve wracking. 'Silence is golden', they say. That thought doesn't linger in my mind a split second more, as many other thoughts flew through my mind. The silence dragged on until you decided to break it after much hesitation. I could tell.
"I'm sorry," you say, and those words were preciously bitten out, proof that I was more important to you than that pride of yours you swore was the thing you put above all others.
I just stood there, not saying a word, even as I watched you nervously fidget as you waited for me to speak. If it was any other situation, I would have found it cute, endearing even; but in that situation, I couldn't find it in my heart to forgive you. I could see all the emotions flitting through your eyes; regret, guilt, anxiety, worry, and love. You still loved me, and I knew. You know better than I that there is not one out there that could read you and understand you as much as I did.
I knew I was important, I knew you still loved me, but being the way I am, I felt the instinctual need to further test my importance in your world, as if an apology from you wasn't enough, because really, it wasn't. And so, I stared at you a little longer, hesitating on whether to say something or not, whether to give in to the side of me that wants to run up to you and hug away all the pain, or the side that wants to ignore everything you said and did. Eventually, I gave in to the latter, because what you did was really too much, and the pain of seeing you face was unbearable. Without a single word said, I turned around and walked away; away from you and out of your life.
If I were to ask myself now, I rather wished I had picked the former option back then. I wished I had forgiven you, even if just an apology shouldn't have been granted my forgiveness, even if I hated what you did, even if you didn't go after me. Back then, if you had stopped me from walking away, if you had said another word more, I was sure it would have been enough for me to forgive you for everything and start over. But you didn't, and how much I wish that you did.
