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She usually couldn’t divide numbers in her head as well as multiply them. She thought it was her weakness throughout her math studying. Right, simply a weakness, she mumbled, what else could it be.
“You’re afraid of dividing numbers, aren’t you?”, Robert teased her as he took away the calculator, “It’s Calculus, algebraically please”.
She glared at the smug look on his face, “I just don’t like the concepts of separation”, her voice sank and Robert realized he had touched something he shouldn’t have.
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She enjoyed the solitude and the silence. Not that she disliked parties or crowded places. “What makes us human is our ability to know what not to do and then do it anyway” has become her most favourite quote. Likewise, she has always been suffering from having those dilemmas fighting against each other all the times.
“Oh no, you did not”, the angel side exclaimed, “Did you just flirt at Robert?”
“It’s the nature of human that we smile, okay?”, the devil side protested, “Robert probably doesn’t feel anything anyway”
“Oh my gosh”, the angel side gasped, “so you did flirt him”
“I didn’t mean it” she finally confessed. There was a long pause before she regained her consciousness and found her hands tightened around her legs. She was willing to do anything, even flirting, just to stop the tears swelling in her eyes every time her mind had some spare time to think.
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Poor her Captain Jack Sparrow, he didn’t know what he wanted the most. She chuckled at the idea of Jack and her sharing the same thought. She did not know which one of her desires was what she wanted the most. She now must be considering the consequences of those things that she wanted to do. It was not a pleasure to make up her mind every time it came to her final decision.
“I have no choice”, the devil said with a bit of pity in her tone, “sacrifice was always essential”
“Do physical and mental suffers count as sacrifices?”, the angel slightly trembled.
The devil was startled by the question and then fell silent.
The angel gave a weak smile, “If you don’t have the guts to let yourself suffer, there’s no way you could let other people suffer for your own goods”.
She knew she was going to lose the things that she loved. However, she believed she would survive them all as time went by. She has given everything in the hands of God, who would make miracles possible.
“Is that so?”, the devil finally spoke, “Then I guess there’s no place for me here anymore”
“Stay with me”, the angel pleaded, “swearing or doing bad things somehow ease the pain…you know that better than I do, don’t you?”
The devil laughed at the request, feeling triumphant, “So you don’t mind if I go flirting with Robert again, do you?"
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Most of the time people hardly could understand what the heck she was talking about. She was having a hard time trying to express them as well. The funny thing was that instead of wailing “Nobody ever understands me” like those teenagers, she finally could comprehend and distinguish her feelings. Most notably, she could prevent them from overwhelming her. She absentmindedly looked over her glass of red wine, and softly chuckled at the idea. She simply couldn’t pull herself away from temptations.
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