Put Yourself In His Shoes の小説・ストーリー

Alright,we'll try them out" the older cop said as they descended the flights. Tom had his shoes on now, they felt different, they looked different, a little new, polished in fact, a thought collided with the shoe mystery, he had to get to the bank, his account must be emptied today, he had to fix his apartment, no, that could wait. He had to catch the game, he has a voucher, yeah, he wouldn't miss that.

He stands up straight, removing his arm as he says, "I thought you had agreed to try." "Well, yes, I..." "Then stop shrinking," he cuts me off. "You should never make yourself smaller for anyone else, including me." He's right. I did agree to try. Squaring up my shoulders, I take a deep breath and try to approximate his proud, haughty stance.

She scoffed and turned to look at him, “How you should?” He shrugged and nodded his head. “Yes.” Chloe moved over to him, ignoring the creaking sound behind the gate that indicated that it was about to be opened. “Put yourself in my shoes, Zeke.” “Why should I? Your shoes stink,” he said and she hissed. “I think you wear the stinkiest shoes in history?” “How so? I didn’t fall for my best friend’s brother… or sister.” “But you fell for your wife’s best friend,” she attacked him and he went mute.

“It broke when I was in that alcove. I knew I didn’t have time, so I kicked it aside.” His jaw is clenched tightly, his anger is obvious, and I deserve it. From his perspective, I was trying to run away. A guard had to bring me back. But if I admit to running so fast and hard that my heel broke, I know that I’ll be in worse trouble. He huffs, “Come now, let’s go change your shoes. You’re one of the lucky ones that the buyer doesn’t want you to change.” I follow behind him as I ask, “How does that make me lucky?”

Forgetting her was impossible when he could see her face in me everyday. It must be really hard for him. “I'll just wear what I'm wearing… and take the sneakers.” I told him with an unbothered expression on my face. He hesitated for a while before saying, “I insist.” “I appreciate the gesture, but I'll take just the sneakers.” Without another word, he entered the bathroom. Sighing, I kicked off my heels and walked towards the shoe rack. You're not Marcella, Amber. Don't get confused.

His breathing was still uneven from running and mine was worse. “Look at me,” he said softly. I did. “Are you hurt?” he asked quickly scanning my body in one assessing swoop. I shook my head weakly. “My ankle maybe.” His jaw tightened. “You shouldn’t have worn those shoes.” I blinked at him incredulously.”what should u have done then?” He got to his knees and took of the painful heels and rubbed small circles on my legs and I let out s small groan of relief His body went rigid and I was about to make a snarky comment when he looked behind me and I froze

I say to him, and he frowns in confusion, "Don't talk so casually, as if nothing's happened. I shouldn't wallow in self-pity and guilt? You think it's easy? You think I could just wake up and hold my head up high pretending nothing had happened?" "No," he responds, "you can't pretend even if you tried, and I'm not asking you to. Hurt, guilt, regret, they're feelings we all encounter but you shouldn't let it get the better of you. Brooding changes nothing, absolutely nothing." "You're smooth with words," I say, getting even more pissed, "How about you take a walk in my shoes first, huh?" "Your shoes?" He chuckles, "that'd be bliss." "What?" I ask, confused.

"She deserves a bullet in the brain, not some stupid trophy." Turning another corner that wasn't familiar, he slowed for the briefest of moments at a new door. Once he had it open, he shoved me through it. He grabbed my arms, stood me next to a large planter full of fake greenery. "Stay there, exactly in that spot. Don't touch anything. Don't talk." He glared at me. "I'm deadly serious." I nodded, stood quietly just inside the door. Setting my shoes on the floor, I stepped into them. Winced as the shoe seemed to bite my toe. "What the hell?" I whispered. I picked the shoe up, turned it towards the light.

I took both her hands in mine, gently running my fingers over her palm. “You don’t need to wait for the future. I know that you are in pain, and believe me, I know how hard it is to lose your mum and dad, and I know how broken you might be right now” I said gently, wrapping my arms around her as I pulled her down “my head is yours if you want it, I wouldn’t say no. But I will request that you put yourself in my shoes as well before you make your next move”

He said. “Thank you.” I said, shyly. Trying to hide my face, but he put his hand up to my cheek and made me look at him. “Don’t do that. Don’t hide your face.” He said. “I feel really out of place here.” I said. “I know you do. But you shouldn’t. You look great. Trust me.” He said. “I am going to fall in these heels and make a fucking fool of myself.” I said. He chuckled at me and he held his arm out for me to take it.