The Two Stood Face To Face..... And Then There Was One.

          This is a piece that was inspired by a scenario that we have all heard of if not played a role in in some way, shape, or form. I hope that this story line never falls upon someones experience and that after reading this one may even choose to create a better ending to the story if they should ever find themselves in a similar predicament. This was given to us as an assignment and I was to begin and end my story with a given intro and concluding phrase and I attempted to base mine off of a plot that most wouldn't think of at first. 

         The two stood face to face, surrounded by vociferous music that’s only competitor was the uproarious crowd, both of 

whom were in their own world oblivious to the ruckus transpiring around them. The two stood there gazing into one 

another’s eyes, wondering who would make he first move and even doubting whether or not one of them would even 

make it.

            They remained motionless like two statues in centered in a bustling square. The girl was all too familiar with her 

surroundings and the boy was obviously anything but; a novice to the predicament which he managed to spur himself 

deeper into. Finally, after much self preparation and encouragement, the boy boldly made the first motion, leaning deeply 

into the girl. She eagerly met him halfway and the two of them embraced in a long awaited kiss. But it was yet to be the 

climax of their night.

            The boy was immediately confronted by a sense of passion and fulfillment as it was the first time he had been 

graced by the touch of a woman’s lips upon his own. Excited, he withdrew his arms from around her figure and traded 

only to grasp her hand and lead her away from the prying eyes which had frozen in their tracks. As they witnessed the 

fireworks fly around the room originating from the spark between the two romantics.

              Hoping beyond hope to act like a master thief he attempted another heist to capture yet a second kiss. The girl, 

feeling less enthusiastic than she had anticipated, was becoming embarrassed by attaching herself to someone viewed 

as lesser than herself on the social food chain that is always disclaimed yet always finds its way into existence. Scared 

that her status and reputation would be jeopardized, she began to pull away from the boy. Confused, the boy asked what 

he had done wrong.  “It’s not you, it’s me.” The infamous phrase that scars too many and leaving only a few to make it 

through life without being torn apart by the words. “I’m just having second thoughts that’s all.” she stammered.

         In a last ditch effort to shroud his conflicting rage, disbelief, and depression that stormed across the sea that is our 

emotion, he choked out a reply “I understand.” but it was beyond too late for the girl had already turned and left to search 

for a more suitable companion leaving the boy alone and dumfounded by the sudden turn of events, so he sat there in 

the hallway and crawled deep with himself. And then there was one.