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Can't escape the past
#WritcoStoryPrompt8

The picture in the frame held a lot of memories. Some good, some sad. Her tired eyes roamed over it one last time before she tossed it in the fire. It was time to start afresh, and move away from the past. A past so dark and so bright at the same time, but how can that be? light and darkness being in the same venue.

Tears poured down her borny chicks as she remembered her past how painful it was hoping that it might disappear as the pictures burn into ashes. Little did she know that, you can not simply escape fate if it's just meant to be. Moving to another town so far away, seemed like a good idea so she did.

Three month passed and the fresh start finally seemed fresh, days filled with happiness, meeting new people and falling in love. Living in her one bedroomed apartment alone seemed really good and enough at the time since she didn't have much or anyone to share it with. One day taking a jog early into morning she met the young handsome guy, she just couldn't take her eyes of him so did he. love had struck like a lighting bolt, the two fell in love and the guy's name was Ian. Ian was a chattered accountant who has just moved into the town recently also looking for the so cold fresh start. Odly they were north poles of different margents but somehow found a balance and attracted.

As hard as she tried to forget about her past, Ian somehow reminded her a lot about someone she had loved dearly in the past. She had been so much in love with Dreck but unfortunately what's not meant to happen won't happen. They dated for several years and called it quits, they had had enough. they never seemed to enjoy their love not even for a bit, all they seemed to have was just good sex. Each time when they met, if it wasn't for sex then it was for a deep arguments which ended up breaking them.

Ian on one end he made love to her in a way that's out of this world, up to such an extent that she always wondered if it was going to end the way it did with Dreck.

To be continued .........
© Brian Chasara