The Story that Ended too soon

The silhouette of her small, round and plush face was glistening amongst the horizon. Frameless, thick, rectangular and partially smudged glasses helped shelter the pain in her deep pools of dark-cinnamon swirls which seized the depth and heaviness of one thousand untold stories. The raven temples of her glasses flowed subtly along her cheekbone only to finally curve around soft and small ears. Her hair was a deep hue of a faint and fierce crimson on the ends, against the nape of her smooth neck. Subtle blonde highlights amongst streaks of brown chestnut, rushed like the Nile and swayed to and fro in the wind like the darling buds of May.
The essence of summer smiled. A smile which he had not remembered ever having been directed towards him. A gift, free and infectious, that radiated from her mouth as the soft muscles in her cheeks tightened, only to form dimples that demonstrated enjoyment in the simple pleasures of the moment. The smile was almost always quickly followed by a melodious tune that charmed his ears.

She was his perfect puzzle piece: an over-thinker, a relentless inspiration-seeker, forever a solitary explorer, believing that life is meant for loving, and happiness is meant for sharing. It’s a shame that the puzzle piece didn’t fit.

A young, strong and daring man he was. Oh, how easily he broke! A brilliant and intelligent mind which collapsed at her whim. A brutal yet loving soul that she so swiftly pulled from his being. What a sad fucking tale. His breath appeared in short and painful gasps that left him struggling for life as he clawed his way through the dark depths of his own mind. The demons rampaged throughout a distraught brain which she so foolishly attempted to tame. She felt somewhat safer in the violence of their fiery love. A love, that burned too brightly and quickly, so easily extinguished by his own cowardice.

The fragile flower that was once tendered in an effervescent young heart, blossomed through it, splitting his in two. For a brief moment, his world stopped spinning, and the slipping away of his future drove him to the brink of insanity. He laid there on the edge of the chasm of his own sorrow, surrounded in a pool of tears stained with his own blood.

A weightless silver-tongued hiss escaped her mouth, absent meaning, only to be joyously greeted by unfaithful yet welcoming ears. Her pretty little mouth uttered what he would later perceive as a broken promise.

Perhaps they will meet again, in another life, a life where he would be right for her and she for him. For now, he is chaos to her thoughts and she is poison to his heart. They were a story that ended too soon yet in his mind, she will always remain that beautiful girl, forever young, who carried his heart away with her.

 

A Walk to Remember

In the dark of night, I wandered alone on the endless path. Dwarfed by the immense trees that touched the very sky, I carried on. The silence was deafening. All I heard was the repeating sound of my heavy footsteps as they beat against cobblestone path. The luscious green forest pierced my eyes with its beauty. The emerging sun rays immersed through the clouds intensifying my vision and the colour of the forest. As the blinding sun began to rise, my vision began to clear. I was lost in the hypnotic sound of the birds emerging from beyond the forest. With a delicate breeze, the forest had whispered ‘Welcome home!’
I stood still, admiring the beauty of the picturesque portrait of earth nature had painted. I had instantly fallen in love with only a glimpse of what I’ve seen. Such tranquillity was a delight for an otherwise beaten soul. The peacefulness of it all was, above all else, satisfying.
I continued my slow pace along the path enjoying the sound, the scent and the sight of all that nature had bestowed upon me. A raging silver stream of water zigzagged through the undergrowth, providing life for all. I then spotted a hill which towered over the trees. I knew I had to make it to the top. I heard the crashing sound of the grass beneath my feet as I moved off the uneven cobblestone path and onto a sea of green. The smell of the vegetation was enough to keep me going. A rush of cold wind screamed into my eyes blinding me of my destination. I stumbled upon a colony of ants which I so furiously kicked into the wind out of excitement. That was a place where man had not yet laid his industrial footprint. I carried on the winding path through the foliage, panting like a little puppy but closing in on the hill. A sense of delight bewitched me as I made my treacherous ascend to the very top.
After an arduous climb, I stood at the summit breathing in the crisp air and overlooking the crystal clear lake. Birds of all kinds flowed gracefully among the navy blue sky. Time seemed to stand still as I shouted into the void. The trees seemed to appear motionless. I took a moment to replenish what my eyes laid on from a distance. Up on the hill, I was mesmerized by the sight of the endless green fields that surrounded me. I noticed the grass sway to and fro in rhythm with the summer winds. I was confined by trees as far as they eye could see. This was earth at its finest, a sanctuary. I was engulfed in the silence of the forest. The hue of the sky faded from a vibrant blue to a subtle orange, the colours were a match made in heaven.
Finally, the sun had made its inevitable descent into the abyss and all descended into darkness. The atmosphere had changed. I found myself gazing into the countless stars, wondering about life. The trees started to sway as if they danced to the melodious tune of the wolves’ howl. I looked up to the moon shining in the sky like a polished pearl. The clouds suddenly wrapped themselves around the moon. The moon’s faint glow passed through them, colouring them from white to grey. Finally, the hour of my leaving had arrived. I possessed an unwilling desire to stay, but I had to get myself back to civilisation. The sense of belonging of which I was provided had been overwhelming. I said my goodbyes and I headed home. I will hopefully return to this heaven on earth. I will one day return to a place I now have the privilege of calling home.