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(work in progress)

A trembling hand brushed her ratty hair, full of split ends and the small, careless curls, away from her face. Although she had been growing her hair out for some time, she could never quite get it past that annoying length which kept her constantly fidgeting with it. This fidgeting wasn’t a new thing for her; she was always messing with her hair, gnawing on her lip, or biting her nails. Typical attributes for any girl who is nervous, and waiting; waiting for what has seemed like forever.

However, this wasn’t just any girl. True, her overall appearance could have had her mistaken for someone else. Medium length brown hair, tinged with highlights from one too many days out in the sun, yet her complexion was still as fair as could be, her face dotted with a few careless freckles. She was normal height, about 5’5, a little underweight with small shoulders, tiny hips, and an even tinier waist. Her smile, although mostly absent, hung heavy when it appeared, almost as if she was fighting to get it up. Her cheeks weren’t rosy except for when the air was cold, or when she blushed, and she had a tendency to blush quite often. Walking with her head down in a crowd you would never have been able to pick this girl out, until she raised her head, and captured your gaze with hers. Those eyes. It was those eyes which unknowingly teased the hearts of men, it was those eyes which quietly cried out in pain yet at the same time it was those eyes which concealed some crystal blue mystery that even the owner may be oblivious to. It was those eyes which had seen sorrow in all forms and wept for the very soul of humanity. A glimpse into the recesses of these eyes left you feeling alone, isolated in this wintry gaze, ultimately captured in its beauty, despair, and intrigue. In the instant her eyes meet yours, these feelings surge through your veins, only to disappear a fleeting moment later when she her gaze returns to the cold, gray, pavement, continuing her walk along the street. In passing, after catching her eyes for that split second, you are left to wonder whether you ever really made eye contact with her at all, or if it was some fabulous daydream in which your mind wandered into.

But this night, there was no crowd to search through, no gesture to make or no words to say in hope of capturing this glance. This night it was her, and it was the waiting. Her glance was fixed on the ground, running over the dreary gravel and rocks, not daring to steal a look up, answering the question her heart already knew: He’s not here. He’s not here yet, he’s not coming, he never comes through. This incessant waiting was wearing at her heart, yet she could not leave. Glued to this boy by some unknown force, she felt that if she left now, the ripping away would leave her worse off.


(not yet complete…)



Frozen Memories

The sun was slowly setting, leaving its traces of soft purple and blue hues in the sky. Descending, it was calling the day towards it, waiting to hold it in her sweet embrace and sing it gently into sleep. The black of nightfall began to bleed like ink upon the canvas of the early evening. The twilight was enchanting, and the stars sprinkled within her sea spoke out pure and brilliant. From the heavens, a young girl with flushed cheeks was seen walking through a midst of trees on that frigid winter night. The wind teased her long, blonde hair, and convulsed her delicate form into shudders. Yet she continued on, through the echoing woods. The cold was mirrored in her ice-blue eyes, which gazed unbroken through the timbers. A short distance ahead was a clearing which carried an air of serenity. As she caught a glimpse of the evening sky, she recalled the purpose of her long and toilsome journey. Today was her beloved’s birthday; a day of rejoicing, a day of jubilation. A year ago this same day they had been together, and as she trekked through the snowy woods, the memory rushed back to her. Glancing at twilight’s sky, flakes of a soft icy rain began to descend upon her and she could envision his beautiful face… The look that graced it was one of content. He was gently whispering to her while they sat in front of the cozy fireplace at his house, away from the cold outside. Before them was a bottle of wine, two champagne glasses, and the dozen red roses he bestowed her when she arrived. The flowers were unexpected, and the special gift made her heart blossom. She wasn’t going to give him his present until midnight because she wanted him to wait with anticipation. All throughout the night they held each other, warm and secure, and reflected on their lives together. They discussed the good times, along with the bad, and even began to name the children that they were hoping to have together one day. They were truly happy, and they decided that they wanted to be with each other until the end of time…

She kept that memory with her until she reached the clearing of the woods. This was it. It was time for her to face reality. She had been hiding from it for the past year. Now it was time to confront it, and by embracing it maybe she’d be more at peace with herself.

As she approached her destination, it suddenly became much colder, and if you could look into her eyes you would see that their lakes were frozen over with pain. The settled snow made a crunching sound beneath her boots as her hand pulled at the black metal gate that led to her lover’s home. The place was dark and dismal, and had a sense of unease to it. There was barely enough light to make out any distinct object. Her heart, which had suffered bare and cold for the past year, suddenly had a spark light up inside of it, and that heat helped her to find the way. It was exceedingly quiet, and the silence of the yard reverted her thoughts back to the memory that she had dwelled upon earlier. Her mind returned to where it had left off… He was staring into her eyes, confessing his feelings for her. As they began their conversation once more, he reached over to pour another glass of wine and realized that the bottle was empty. As he suggested that they make a speedy trip to the store, she warned that it was fifteen minutes until twelve and that they’d better hurry since she wanted to present him with his gift at midnight. Assuring her that they would be back in time, they got into his car and raced down to the store. Once they had bought another bottle of wine they began home again. The roads were slick, so she cautioned him to drive safely, despite the time. But the anticipation was getting the better of him…

The tears began to collect and a lump formed in her chest as she approached his house. It was gray and dreary, with snow covering it’s base. As she walked along the path she thrust her hand into her jacket pocket and pulled out a single red rose. Finally, after all of the hardships, she came before her beloved. The hurt in her eyes began to melt, causing tears to slide down her flushed cheeks. Once again she felt her love for him, which was now stronger than ever, and the heat inside caused her shivering to cease. Standing tall, she closed her eyes and envisioned the look on his face, remembering to the exact second everything that had happened… A year ago, at midnight, was his last breath. As she held him, kneeling next to the wrecked car in the cold, wet rain, his final exhalation of life fell warm and tender against her cheek… Opening her eyes and returning from the memory that she had struggled so long to forget, she set the red rose upon his grave, slowly turned, and walked away.