Shattered Dreams
PostPosted: Sat Jan 13, 2007 10:44 pm
Author Note: I seem to have a tendency for writing sad stories. Well, right now it is 1:42 AM, I am tired, and cannot get this one person off my mind. I swear, sometimes I wish I was a Vulcan...regardless, I suppose this passage was written to demonstrate the pain we go through when, after all the work we have put into making someone happy, they turn and break our hearts.
Shattered Dreams
The girl sat upon the bench in the park, silently awaiting his arrival. The red glow of the sunset at her back, she stared as her shadow increased in length in front of her. Her pseudo-body elongated and stretched, misshapen. The children in the park left, one by one, as the night approached, and soon even the sounds of the city behind her faded. She clutched her purse to her body, but continued to sit. The trees around her fell silent, the flowers closing their heads. The park’s pond reflected the light of many stars, and she raised her head to look into the sky. The stars shone on her pink dress, its intricacies understandable only to someone who put their entire heart into choosing it. The shoes she wore matched her dress, and the bow that hung from her long, flowing hair contrasted nicely with her smooth complexion. The light of the ever present moon, in its eternal cycle, revealed something more; the tears sliding down her cheeks.
Shattered Dreams
The girl sat upon the bench in the park, silently awaiting his arrival. The red glow of the sunset at her back, she stared as her shadow increased in length in front of her. Her pseudo-body elongated and stretched, misshapen. The children in the park left, one by one, as the night approached, and soon even the sounds of the city behind her faded. She clutched her purse to her body, but continued to sit. The trees around her fell silent, the flowers closing their heads. The park’s pond reflected the light of many stars, and she raised her head to look into the sky. The stars shone on her pink dress, its intricacies understandable only to someone who put their entire heart into choosing it. The shoes she wore matched her dress, and the bow that hung from her long, flowing hair contrasted nicely with her smooth complexion. The light of the ever present moon, in its eternal cycle, revealed something more; the tears sliding down her cheeks.