Not sure if your still taking prompts but I had an idea for an awesome prompt: Mercedes and Sam break up during college. It’s heartbreaking. Fast forward to 5 years after college and Sam wrote a book about his life and she’s a huge part of it. Mercy’s pissed about how she’s portrayed as heartless and confronts him. (Angsty but hopefully with a happy ending. lol)
Stupid Sam. So finals are basically (basically) over for me, and I celebrated by writing a prompt that was in my inbox. I also wanted to write something since Ana’s birthday passed recently, and this happened. I’m rusty, and I don’t do this nearly enough anymore, but I hope whoever reads this enjoys it.
And I let her go. I didn’t really have a choice, but sometimes life guts you with a longsword and you have to stitch it up yourself. It’s a shitty patch job – you’re not a doctor and sometimes it bleeds out, and you’re left dabbing at it with cotton balls in hopes that you’ll save your own life or die from blood loss. That’s how it felt. I’m coughing up carnage and I don’t even cross her mind. That’s the worst part, I think; struggling to pick myself out of bed in the morning with this…wound, and the most I’ll ever be to her is an afterthought. Leaving me was easy. She engulfed me, held my heart, became the height of my very existence, and now I wonder what weight I held in hers…if I held any at all. If there was even a heart there or if God was just doing me a solid by presenting the idea of someone perfect for me so I could experience it once. Maybe she wasn’t even real.
You know, I wish she wasn’t.