ShousetsunoSakka
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The main protagonist is having a flash back of a woman that he used to love...it's not finished yet, but I just wanted to see what you guys thought about it.
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Italics - I loved that woman, Beatrice Strauss, but I also had a deep hatred for her at the same time. She was the kind of woman that would sleep with you and disappear for months at a time and then show up back at your place as if nothing happened.
Italics - I met her for the first time, six years ago, as a rookie police officer, at a local pub called Limbs.
“Hard day at work?” a sweet, soft voice sitting on the bar stool beside me asked. “It must be hard being a cop huh?”
“You have no idea.” I sighed, chugging down the rest of my drink. “How did you know I was a cop?” I asked, taking a moment to look beside myself to see whose voice it was.
Italics - The voice came from a very attractive woman. She had blonde hair that ran down past her shoulders, rosy pink cheeks, and the most gorgeous hazel green eyes I had ever seen in my life.
She smiled brightly at me, “I could always tell who is what just by looking at them,” she answered, stirring her drink with her index finger, “you must think I’m weird now huh?”
Italics - I stared deeply into those hazel green eyes as she talked to me, they were gorgeous indeed, but in those same eyes, I felt as if they were trying to tell me a story of a lonely woman who had been living a life full of melancholy.
“N-n-no, not at all,” I shook my head, “In fact, I think that’s a pretty neat gift you have.”
“So what’s your name officer?” she asked, waving at the bartender, “Two bloody maries please!” she shouted at him.
The bartender nodded and began to make our drinks.
“Hiroki Kobayashi…” I answered, still in awe of her beauty, “what’s yours?”
“Oh you’re Japanese. What a cute name.” she said, sipping the rest of her drink. “My name is Beatrice Strauss.”
I nodded, “What a lovely name. Are you American?”
“For a Japanese man you can speak English pretty well. I am actually German.” she looked at me with flirtatious eyes, twirled her long blonde hair with her fingers, and smiled some more.
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Thanks for reading.
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Italics - I loved that woman, Beatrice Strauss, but I also had a deep hatred for her at the same time. She was the kind of woman that would sleep with you and disappear for months at a time and then show up back at your place as if nothing happened.
Italics - I met her for the first time, six years ago, as a rookie police officer, at a local pub called Limbs.
“Hard day at work?” a sweet, soft voice sitting on the bar stool beside me asked. “It must be hard being a cop huh?”
“You have no idea.” I sighed, chugging down the rest of my drink. “How did you know I was a cop?” I asked, taking a moment to look beside myself to see whose voice it was.
Italics - The voice came from a very attractive woman. She had blonde hair that ran down past her shoulders, rosy pink cheeks, and the most gorgeous hazel green eyes I had ever seen in my life.
She smiled brightly at me, “I could always tell who is what just by looking at them,” she answered, stirring her drink with her index finger, “you must think I’m weird now huh?”
Italics - I stared deeply into those hazel green eyes as she talked to me, they were gorgeous indeed, but in those same eyes, I felt as if they were trying to tell me a story of a lonely woman who had been living a life full of melancholy.
“N-n-no, not at all,” I shook my head, “In fact, I think that’s a pretty neat gift you have.”
“So what’s your name officer?” she asked, waving at the bartender, “Two bloody maries please!” she shouted at him.
The bartender nodded and began to make our drinks.
“Hiroki Kobayashi…” I answered, still in awe of her beauty, “what’s yours?”
“Oh you’re Japanese. What a cute name.” she said, sipping the rest of her drink. “My name is Beatrice Strauss.”
I nodded, “What a lovely name. Are you American?”
“For a Japanese man you can speak English pretty well. I am actually German.” she looked at me with flirtatious eyes, twirled her long blonde hair with her fingers, and smiled some more.
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Thanks for reading.