MidReal Story
Heartbreak on Ice
Scenario: Make a story based on Go West's 1990 hit song King of Wishful Thinking. David Smith is a construction worker and hockey player living in Littleton Colorado, in the year 1990. His girlfriend Emily broke up with him.
Create my version of this story
I was in love.
I was sure of it.
I’d never felt this way about a girl before, and I knew that I would do anything for her.
She was my world, and I was hers.
At least, that’s what she told me.
Her name was Emily Carter, and she was the most beautiful girl in the world.
She had long, blonde hair that fell in waves down her back, bright blue eyes that sparkled when she laughed, and a smile that could light up a room.
She was slender and graceful, with legs that went on for miles and a body that made my mouth water just thinking about it.
And she was mine.
Or at least, she had been until a few hours ago.
Now, everything had changed.
Now, I didn’t know what to believe anymore.
Now, I didn’t know if I would ever be able to trust anyone again.
I was disappointed, of course, but I didn’t think anything of it at the time.
She worked as a waitress at the local diner, and it wasn’t unusual for her to have to work on the weekends.
We’d been dating for almost a year, and I’d gotten used to her crazy schedule.
But then the hours started to tick by, and she still hadn’t come over to see me.
And then, when I called her phone, she didn’t answer.
And then, when I went to the diner where she worked, they told me that she’d quit her job and they didn’t know where she was.
And then, I went back to my place, and I found a note on my pillow that said “I’m sorry, David.
I can’t do this anymore.
I love you, but it’s over.”
And now, here I was, sitting on my bed with my head in my hands, feeling like I was going to fall apart.
What had happened?
How could she do this to me?
I thought that she felt the same way that I did.
It all started about a year ago when I met Emily after one of our hockey games.
She left me a note with her phone number on it, telling me that she thought I was cute and asking if I wanted to go out with her sometime.
I never would have guessed that a note could change my life so much, but it did.
I called her the next day, and we went out for dinner and a movie, and I felt like I was in heaven.
We saw each other every day after that, and we fell in love so fast that it made my head spin.
We spent all our time together—watching movies at my place, going out to eat at fancy restaurants, taking long walks in the park—and I thought that it would last forever.
I thought that we would be together forever.
But now, here I was, all alone in my room with nothing but memories of her.
Like the way she looked when she first came over to my place after we met.
She showed up at my door wearing a short black dress and high heels that made her legs look even longer than they already were.
Her blonde hair fell down her back in smooth waves, and her bright blue eyes sparkled when she saw me.
She smiled and said “Hi” in a voice that made my knees go weak.
I’d never seen anyone so beautiful before, and I knew right then that I had to make her mine.
And I did—until now.
My mind kept flashing back to those first few days of our relationship, and the more I thought about them, the more upset I got.
How could she do this to me?
How could she leave me like this?
I knew that it didn’t matter anymore—I knew that she was gone for good—but I couldn’t help myself.
I had to know what had happened.
I had to know why she’d left me like this after everything we’d been through together.
But the more I thought about it, the more I realized there was no good reason for it.
I read the note again, trying to find some clue in between the words.
She’d written it in the flowery cursive handwriting that she always used, but I could still see the tears on the paper where they’d dripped from her eyes as she wrote.
It was heartbreaking to read, but I couldn’t stop myself.
I hated to do this, David.
I really did.
I hope you can understand.
This is not your fault, I promise you.
It’s just something I need to do for myself.
And maybe it’s for the best, anyway.
Maybe it’s true what they say about opposites attracting.
Maybe you’re too good for me, maybe you’re too nice for me.
Maybe I’m not good enough for you.
Or maybe we’re just not meant to be together.
Please don’t be mad, David.
I love you so much, and I hope you can find it in your heart to forgive me.
But I need some time to think.
I need some time alone.
And maybe, just maybe, we can still be friends.
Maybe we can still see each other sometimes.
Maybe this isn’t goodbye forever.
But if it is, please remember how much I love you.
It wasn’t much to go on, but I clung to the last few words as if my life depended on them.
She said “maybe this isn’t goodbye forever.” She said “maybe we can still be friends.”
She said “please remember how much I love you.”
That didn’t sound like goodbye to me.
That didn’t sound like someone who was sure about what they were doing.
So I took another deep breath and tried to calm myself down before I lost my mind completely.
There was no point in driving myself crazy over something that couldn’t be changed.
All I could do now was wait and hope that she would come back to me again someday.
But what was the point of hoping when everything was already over?
I spent most of the day sitting in my room thinking about Emily and trying to figure out what went wrong between us.
I couldn’t understand why she’d left me like this after everything we’d been through together, and I couldn’t help myself from wondering if there was something I could have done differently to stop her.
I just didn’t understand how things could have changed so quickly.
One moment everything was perfect, and the next moment it was all falling apart.
I didn’t know what had happened or how it had happened or why it had happened.
All I knew was that I missed her so much I couldn’t stand it.
And the more time went by, the more it hurt to be without her.
The closer it got to evening, the more I wished that she would come back again.
But she never did.
The sun went down and the stars came out and the night went on without her.
And then morning came, and it was time for me to go back to work.
I didn’t know how I was going to face another day like this without her.
I didn’t know how I was going to go on living like this with nothing but a broken heart and a lifetime of regrets.
But there was nothing else I could do.
I had a job to do, and I had to do it no matter what.
So I took a deep breath and wiped away my tears and forced myself to get up and go out the door.
Even though it was already over one hundred degrees and the sun was shining hotter than ever, I couldn’t push myself hard enough or fast enough or far enough away from the pain I felt inside me.
I tried my best to focus on my job and get some work done, but all I could think about was Emily and everything we’d been through together.
I couldn’t even remember what life was like before I met her or what life would be like now that she was gone.
All I could think about was how much I missed her and how much I wished I could go back in time and make things right between us again.
I was still struggling with those thoughts when my boss called for a break and I set down my tools and took a sip of water before sitting down in the shade of a nearby tree.
Mark came over and sat beside me and asked if I was feeling okay.
I told him I was fine, even though I wasn’t even close to being fine at all.
He gave me a funny look and said he thought I seemed kind of out of it today.
I told him I was just tired and hot and needed a break and he said he understood and asked if there was anything he could do.
I told him there was nothing he could do and he said okay and got up and went back to work before I had a chance to change my mind.
Mark was a good guy and my best friend and my teammate on the hockey team.
He was also one of the only people in the world who knew how much I loved Emily and what it was like for me after she left me.
He’d been there with me every step of the way, and he’d done everything he could think of to help me through it.
But no matter how much he tried or how hard he tried or what he tried, there was nothing he could do to ease the pain I felt inside me.
I took another sip of water and wiped the sweat off my forehead before setting down my bottle and picking up my tools and going back to work.
The rest of the day passed by in a blur, but not fast enough.
I kept losing myself in my thoughts and forgetting where I was and what I was doing.
All I wanted was for it all to be over with.
But the hours kept on ticking by one after the other even though I didn’t want them to.
And nothing Mark said or did could make them go any faster even though he tried.
He told me to keep pushing myself and finish strong even though I didn’t feel strong at all.
He told me that we were almost done even though it seemed like we had a lifetime left.
And he told me that we only had one more day left before the weekend even though I didn’t know how I was going to make it through another night without her.
I wanted so badly for it all to be over with so that I could go home and go back to bed and forget all about the world outside my door.
But when the time finally came for me to go home, nothing had changed at all.
The sun was still shining and the birds were still singing and I was still alone.
I didn’t know what else there was to do.
I didn’t know how else I was supposed to go on.
I was finally going to get some rest and have something good happen to me for a change after everything that had happened that day.
I was going to take a shower and eat some dinner and watch a movie before going to bed and starting all over again tomorrow morning.
But when I walked into my room I saw that it was already spoiled for me before I even had a chance to enjoy it.
There was a note on top of my pillow telling me that Emily was sorry and that she needed some time to herself and that I should come back later and that she would see me then.
I wanted to believe her so badly that I almost started crying right then and there.
It had been more than two weeks since she’d left me and I hadn’t heard from her at all since then.
She hadn’t called me or texted me or stopped by to see me at all.
She hadn’t talked to Mark or anyone else either.
And I didn’t know what to think or what to do or what to say about it at all.
She’d told me that she loved me more than anything and that she wanted to be with me forever too.
But now she was telling me that maybe we weren’t meant to be together and that we should take some time apart so that she could think about things more and see if there was any other way for us to work things out.
I wanted to believe that she would come around and change her mind and remember everything we’d been through together for the past year of our lives.
Even though there was no guarantee that it would ever happen in a million years, I wanted to believe that she would come back for me anyway because I loved her and missed her more than anything too.
I wanted to believe that there was still hope for us even though we were both hurting so much right then too.
I wanted to believe that she would come back to me eventually because I didn’t know how else I was going to be able to go on without her either.
I wanted to believe that there was still a chance for us even though we were both so unhappy apart too.
But no matter how much I tried to, I couldn’t make myself feel better about it all.
I couldn’t make myself forget about the note or the fact that she was still gone either.
I couldn’t make myself forget that I was still hurting and that I was still alone either.
I couldn’t make myself stop thinking about her and all the things we’d done together before by wishing them away or pretending that they never happened before either.
I couldn’t make myself stop missing her and wanting her back by telling myself that it was already too late or that nothing could ever change at all either.
I couldn’t make her come back for me by wishing her back into my life or pretending that she was still there either.I knew it was already over and that there was nothing I could do about it no matter how much I wished otherwise too.I knew it was already over and that she was never coming back for me no matter what I did too.
