Translation
This is how it goes
So ist das Leben
This is how it goes
so that's my first story .. hope it is not too bad ... Please Notice: This is an automatically translated article!
hope someone reads it ...
in two places it is illogical ... but I hope that doesn't bother so much ...
lg ai-chan
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This is how it goes
Finally he switched off the light and switched on the little bedside lamp,
to take another look at the clock. It was already half past ten! With a horrified look and the question in his head how he should get out of bed in time tomorrow morning, he snuggled into the warm duvet, turned off the light for good and closed his eyes.
Finally he could sleep. He really had to stop watching TV for so long. After all, he had to get up early tomorrow, after all, he had an important job interview. The first in months. The thought of it made him smile happily. With the thought of what he should wear the next day, he let his gaze wander through the room, which was sparsely lit by the moonlight, until it got stuck on a picture.She had drawn this picture. He still didn't know what it was supposed to represent, probably something abstract, but he didn't really care. She had painted it for him, and that alone was important. He's been thinking about her a lot lately, her beautiful smile, her habit of closing those beautiful bright green eyes while laughing, her perfect body ...
Especially her smile ... it wouldn't let go of him. It just couldn't get out of his head.
When they met, he would never have thought that it would come to that, but when they started to meet more often, this feeling had spread in his heart: love.
Yes, he had really fallen in love with her, and he would tell her when he came to see her tomorrow. He'd wanted to say it for a long time, but he couldn't. But tomorrow ... yes, tomorrow he would really tell her.
But no sooner had he made this decision than he noticed a tear running down his cheek.She had had this accident last week. But he would visit her tomorrow and tell her. With these thoughts he finally fell asleep.
The next day's interview went very well and he was immediately guaranteed a job.
On the way home he stopped at the cemetery and walked slowly through the rows of those many lifeless tombstones with names of people he hadn't known.
He finally stopped in front of a very specific grave, on the beautiful black cross of which a name was also engraved. However, he had known this person, loved him, even if he hadn't known about it.
It had been a week since her accident and he came here every day to talk to her. Most of the time it was just irrelevant stuff, but it made him feel better.
But today ... today he wouldn't. He wanted to tell her these three little words that he had withheld from her for so long.With tears in his eyes he looked down at this cold yet beautiful tombstone. // Just like life // he thought with a desperate smile.
It seemed to him for almost an eternity, he had been standing by this grave for so long until he finally turned around and left without a word.
Again he hadn't made it.
Tears now graced his pretty but desperate face. Again he couldn't tell her the truth, pour out his heart to her, confess his love to her.
He couldn't.
But tomorrow he would ... for sure ... tomorrow ...
But he no longer believed in it himself ...
He would never be able to tell her ...
He knew that, and so did she ...
No way...
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hope someone reads it ...
in two places it is illogical ... but I hope that doesn't bother so much ...
lg ai-chan
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This is how it goes
Finally he switched off the light and switched on the little bedside lamp,
to take another look at the clock. It was already half past ten! With a horrified look and the question in his head how he should get out of bed in time tomorrow morning, he snuggled into the warm duvet, turned off the light for good and closed his eyes.
Finally he could sleep. He really had to stop watching TV for so long. After all, he had to get up early tomorrow, after all, he had an important job interview. The first in months. The thought of it made him smile happily. With the thought of what he should wear the next day, he let his gaze wander through the room, which was sparsely lit by the moonlight, until it got stuck on a picture.She had drawn this picture. He still didn't know what it was supposed to represent, probably something abstract, but he didn't really care. She had painted it for him, and that alone was important. He's been thinking about her a lot lately, her beautiful smile, her habit of closing those beautiful bright green eyes while laughing, her perfect body ...
Especially her smile ... it wouldn't let go of him. It just couldn't get out of his head.
When they met, he would never have thought that it would come to that, but when they started to meet more often, this feeling had spread in his heart: love.
Yes, he had really fallen in love with her, and he would tell her when he came to see her tomorrow. He'd wanted to say it for a long time, but he couldn't. But tomorrow ... yes, tomorrow he would really tell her.
But no sooner had he made this decision than he noticed a tear running down his cheek.She had had this accident last week. But he would visit her tomorrow and tell her. With these thoughts he finally fell asleep.
The next day's interview went very well and he was immediately guaranteed a job.
On the way home he stopped at the cemetery and walked slowly through the rows of those many lifeless tombstones with names of people he hadn't known.
He finally stopped in front of a very specific grave, on the beautiful black cross of which a name was also engraved. However, he had known this person, loved him, even if he hadn't known about it.
It had been a week since her accident and he came here every day to talk to her. Most of the time it was just irrelevant stuff, but it made him feel better.
But today ... today he wouldn't. He wanted to tell her these three little words that he had withheld from her for so long.With tears in his eyes he looked down at this cold yet beautiful tombstone. // Just like life // he thought with a desperate smile.
It seemed to him for almost an eternity, he had been standing by this grave for so long until he finally turned around and left without a word.
Again he hadn't made it.
Tears now graced his pretty but desperate face. Again he couldn't tell her the truth, pour out his heart to her, confess his love to her.
He couldn't.
But tomorrow he would ... for sure ... tomorrow ...
But he no longer believed in it himself ...
He would never be able to tell her ...
He knew that, and so did she ...
No way...
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