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by millie134u2931
hey guys I just wrote this practice story that I can probably adapt to any question (hopefully) can someone give me advice or if an idea of the mark it would achieve if i wrote it in the exam.. be brutal
heres the story:
“I wish I never met you.”
I stare at him, blank eyed, drained from the relentless and loathsome verbal assaults that had become a cruel routine over the last year. His lip curls in a vicious sneer, his jaw clenching in disgust as he looks over me, fragile in the doorway.
But it wasn’t always like this.
I close my eyes, shutting out his cruel words, and I’m back. Back to the start.
The sun dripped hot like candle wax that day, soothing and smarting those beneath its great grasp of the earth. My city glowed with light, reflecting off all surfaces, the heat so strong it dazzled. It was as if some Greek god had been reborn, hurling rays of glorious sunlight at the grateful crowd below. The sky boasted its artist’s skill: cobalt blue depths, azure outlines to the sparse clouds, a halo of golden light around the sun. But what was more beautiful than Helios’s artwork was the stranger.
I had never encountered him before, yet he sat outside my cherished cafe with such a sense of familiarity and ease that it seemed impossible he hadn’t visited countless times before. From afar I allowed myself to be captivated by his luminous doe brown eyes, framed by a lush array of lashes that rivalled the elegance of a fawn. His thick, expressive eyebrows knitted together in concentration as he studied the menu before him: a curated selection of refreshing beverages and delectable dishes.
His charming complexion was adorned with a spray of delicate freckles, forming a mesmerising constellation across his visage. I imagined laying next to him, mapping the placement of each one as I adored him. As he lifted his gaze and our eyes met, he tilted his head in a gesture that was both innocent and inviting, his wide smile revealing a set of pearly teeth charmingly distinguished by a darling gap. His chocolate brown hair, perfectly tousled, crowned his head and accentuated every feature effortlessly.
My heart beat quicker as I crossed the street, his presence almost magnetic, pulling me towards him. Is this really happening? I asked myself. My queries were confirmed as he confidently stood up, offering his hand to shake.
“Hello, my name is Ben! What’s yours?” he asked, his voice smooth and warm. We talked for what seemed like hours, until the sun’s warm rays were replaced by the moon’s euphoric glow. Our conversations flowed effortlessly, from his love for travel to my aspirations and dreams. I was enchanted by him, hanging on desperately to every word he graced me with.
But as the days turned into weeks, and the weeks turned into months, cracks in his once flawless manner began to form. It started almost unnoticeably; a snide comment here, an annoyed snap there - all of which I attributed to a stressful day or a miniature misjudgement. Yet, despite my desperation to maintain my faultless image of him, he began slipping away, his words growing sharper and crueller.
One night as we walked through the park under the starless sky, he finally snapped. “You’re so naïve!” he spat at me, shaking me to my core. “No wonder you’re stuck in this filthy city with your childish dreams and meaningless aspirations. Grow up and realise not everything is sunshine and rainbows.”
I froze, stunned. He had been so perfect for me - supportive, gentle. What had I done to turn him into this monster? All admiration I had for him shattered like glass. How had I missed this side of him? I finally saw how his kindness and love had always had an edge of condescending. I had been blinded by his soft eyes and compelling stance, refusing to see the malicious and malevolent side of him he hid so well.
The verbal assaults became routine, his charming facade crumbling to reveal his true self. He belittled my dreams, mocked my insecurities and restricted my confidence. And yet I stayed. I began walking on eggshells around him, terrified that one day he may reveal a darker, more violent side that wasn’t restrained to just words.
The vibrant and dazzling city I once loved became but a backdrop to our poisonous and loveless relationship. Even the sun became afraid of Ben, hiding behind a cover of pale clouds and fighting his wrath with pummels of rain and wind. The glorious sunlight was gone, the golden streets now grey and lifeless.
Standing in the doorway, staring at his gorgeous face, I finally understand.
“I wish I never met you”
It wasn’t just a wish; it was a realisation. Meeting him allowed me to discover my resilience, providing me with a new perspective in life. I was now able to see past charm and facade, viewing people for what they really are. Seeing him for what he really is. A cold and manipulative shell of a human being, hiding behind his good looks and enticing smile.
Meeting his gaze once more, not with anger, but with a newfound strength and clarity, I whisper “I wish I never met you too.” He stares back, shocked. “But I’m glad I did. Because now, I know this is not what I deserve”. I take pleasure in his understanding that it’s over. I watch as his mouth falls open, his harsh words now powerless.
I turn and walk out the doorway, feeling a bittersweet weight lift off my shoulders. The city embraces me once more, the sun coming out of her shell and meeting me with a warm beam, not as a reminder of my past mistakes but as a symbol of my strength.