A gentler story

I realised that much of my 'stories' are kinda violent. People who knows me, knows that I have a sensitive side too. *hears laughter in the background* Hey, I do have a softer side. I'm just not good in expressing myself. SOOooooo..... I'm going to try to write something a little romantic. (Its my first attempt and it will probably be pathetic so its ok to laugh at it.)


Vanessa twirled her teaspoon in her coffeecup, stirring its contents mindlessly. Staring out the expansive glass window of her favourtie delicatessen and into the drizzle, she remicising the times when she would be cuddling in Paul's arms while watching snowflakes descending. She'd have her head on Paul's chest and him leaning on the wall. Tears swelled up in her eyes as the pain tore into her heart once again. She was the one who initiated the break up and refused to pick up his calls. To make it worse, she couldn't even confide in her best friend for 15 years. How could she, when it was Nellie that Paul was kissing? Seeking comfort from the very person who betrayed you is impossible... (Can't do it... Its so hard... told u ppl its pathetic...)