May You Find Some Comfort Here
She flipped to the last page, her fingers trembling on its paper edges. Could she bear to peek at it? To look into the face that she had missed for so long? Breathing heavily, tears almost dripping down her rosy cheeks she let her eyes open just so she could see the fuzzy outline of the boy who had made her life so much more beautiful.
She was staring at a pair of large, round, dark eyes. They were so distinctive, practically etching the word ‘I left you’ into her skin, painful and bloody. His nose so cute upon that smooth skin, his black hair placed perfectly on either side of his precious head, those lips spread in a grin. A smile that she saw whenever her eyes closed, tears cascading onto the floor, soaking into her T-shirt.
He was the boy who sat next to her in the middle of the lunch room, when no one would. He was the one who laughed at anything with her, teaching her that life isn’t just about what people thought. He was her brother’s best friend. He was her life.
And yet, when things were reaching there peak, the life that she was living not seeming to be getting better, for it had already reached perfection, slipped away faster than the happiness. He was gone before she knew it.
Lying bloody on his bedroom floor, a shining, jagged metal beside him, a note stained with tears.
She let herself remember that day, so long ago and so blurry, when he had bent on one leg, his arms outstretched and his eyes nearly pleading. He didn’t have to speak, she knew him to well. She could nearly hear the words that were floating through his mind. There was silence as he sweated in fear, but her insides were quivering.
She smiled, whispered a strained “yes” and flew into his arms, this time intending to never let go. Because, of course, she was never going to let go.
The two who no one wanted to see hand in hand were going to promise there love to each other forever.
When she woke up that morning, searching for him but hearing no voice, and turning around to see him so helpless there.
What had she done wrong? Why had he changed his mind? Why was it so hard to just realize that forever wasn’t going to last?
As she stared at the old photograph, a sick feeling twisting in every corner of her body, she knew that somehow, someway she was going to have to keep living. Her life was gone, her own heart and soul seeming to be ripped from her chest and thrown onto the tombstone where his body laid peacefully.
You were torn from the wreckage, of your silent revelry.
She was staring at a pair of large, round, dark eyes. They were so distinctive, practically etching the word ‘I left you’ into her skin, painful and bloody. His nose so cute upon that smooth skin, his black hair placed perfectly on either side of his precious head, those lips spread in a grin. A smile that she saw whenever her eyes closed, tears cascading onto the floor, soaking into her T-shirt.
He was the boy who sat next to her in the middle of the lunch room, when no one would. He was the one who laughed at anything with her, teaching her that life isn’t just about what people thought. He was her brother’s best friend. He was her life.
And yet, when things were reaching there peak, the life that she was living not seeming to be getting better, for it had already reached perfection, slipped away faster than the happiness. He was gone before she knew it.
Lying bloody on his bedroom floor, a shining, jagged metal beside him, a note stained with tears.
She let herself remember that day, so long ago and so blurry, when he had bent on one leg, his arms outstretched and his eyes nearly pleading. He didn’t have to speak, she knew him to well. She could nearly hear the words that were floating through his mind. There was silence as he sweated in fear, but her insides were quivering.
She smiled, whispered a strained “yes” and flew into his arms, this time intending to never let go. Because, of course, she was never going to let go.
The two who no one wanted to see hand in hand were going to promise there love to each other forever.
When she woke up that morning, searching for him but hearing no voice, and turning around to see him so helpless there.
What had she done wrong? Why had he changed his mind? Why was it so hard to just realize that forever wasn’t going to last?
As she stared at the old photograph, a sick feeling twisting in every corner of her body, she knew that somehow, someway she was going to have to keep living. Her life was gone, her own heart and soul seeming to be ripped from her chest and thrown onto the tombstone where his body laid peacefully.
You were torn from the wreckage, of your silent revelry.
i can't even say anything to that
you are an AMAZING writer
FaLlEn _ AnGeL, September 8th, 2007 at 08:02:18pm
O_O
OMG.
Wow.
-is speechless beyond those words.-
Box of Sharp Objects, September 7th, 2007 at 08:27:54pm
Wow.... O_O.. (I mean that in a good way. xD)
threeam., September 7th, 2007 at 07:50:50am
Astounding.
homedemo, September 7th, 2007 at 07:20:18am
O.O Holy crap. Thats so deep! The imagry is incredibal. Dang! Your writing ability really is remarkable. I love it. Its a Really REALLY great depiction. Loved it. Very poetic in a sense. =)
Screw It, September 7th, 2007 at 05:45:55am