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A boy and a girl, a hallway, and a school...normal parts of society. But the girl was strange, and when they found each other, the boy agreed.
They were friends...and more. They needed one another, more than they cared to admit. And it was love, they thought. But the girl began to feel strange inside, the boy was unattractive at times, and more than she'd hoped: she sighed. The boy was clueless, but he wasn't an idiot. He sensed her unease, and kept her close. The boy had a fear, a feel of being lost. "I think she's trying to fill the spaces in my heart." He thought. He kept her close. The girl watched the boy, when the boy was oblivious, she watched him obsessively, trying to figure it out. And one day, as the girl contemplated the she that was strange...she began to cry without a sound. But the girl that cried, the one who felt pain...that girl was washed away, with the rain...whenever someone else was near. She refused to open her heart, not completely, she thought. A wall had been built there, long ago. A wall made of components of fear, outrage and loathing, heart ache, heart break, and sorrowful moaning. And the wall didn't break, all though it sported a few cracks. The girl, in denial, refused to acknowledge that. And she watched the boy less and less, no caring...the wall digging deep in her chest. As the girl's strangeness grew, her unhappiness did too, and the wall, became bigger. It sealed it's cracks, and the girl realized that, the love she felt, wouldn't last. And when she looked at the boy, it showed in her eyes, a storm brewing, no clearer than the skies. And one day, the boy passed her by. She watched in silence, and then thought why? Why not reach out, call to him, and smile. She did none of things, only what she knew how to do...watch. In silence. Silence, it seemed Silence had become her best friend, she cherished him. And it seemed she cherished him more than she cherished the boy...and she cried.
Bad Egg
The boy is lost, blinded too blinded to see, the pain that drifted in front of him. Like a bad egg, it rolled around, nudging him every now and again, giving the appearance of a smile. But the egg was rotting inside...the smell yet to penetrate the shell...it was only a matter of time. The egg would break, and let loose all kings of chaos. And the boy would forever and always, stay very, very, painfully...lost.
 Sardonic Excitement · Fri May 07, 2010 @ 02:38am · 0 Comments |
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