She's Singing Softly in the Night
She ambulates down the path, tears of her past dancing upon her brown skin and dripping on to the broken path her feet carried her upon. Her cracked lips trembled as she verbalized a melody into the air, though her singing only made it so far, freezing in the cold atmosphere inches from her face. She was pale from the weeks afore now, heartbreak taking an inevitably ineluctable toll on her lovely, yet broken appearance.
Michelle Bonnefoi was only puerile when her heart was broken, merely fifteen years old. At that time, she was desperate for love and credulous to whatever anyone offered as such. Her family endeavored to tell her so, endeavored to obviate her from falling deep into whatever the hell "love" was at the time. He was an abstruse boy, never talking much about his family life and looking off into the distance whenever there was emotional silence. Nobody kenned him, not like Michelle felt she kenned him. And her family endeavored to admonish her of that, going the extra mile to keep her from optically discerning him and his pale skin, silvery-white hair, and silent, soulless ocular perceivers.
It had never worked. She always found a way to visually perceive him, and the time they spent together were some of the best times of her life. But he didn't feel identically tantamount, his ache only growing as he visually examined her sacrifice her family and astuteness for a boy, or an exculpation for one.
The fateful day came. He approached her, his ocular perceivers now filled with emotion, something she'd never actually seen afore. But the emotion he showed felt like a punch in the gut. She could visually perceive woebegoneness and regret in his eyes as he explicated he couldn't hurt her anymore.
Michelle had peregrinated home devastated. She wasn't hurting, or at least she thought. And nights passed where she yearned for him, calling into the night for him as a princess would call for her prince. But he was never there, and Michelle could only cry to herself as she watched the world move around her.
And now, here she was. An emotional mess, heartbreak smashing her fragile heart into a million pieces. Now, Michelle was off to find him, able to sense that he was proximate as she felt her breathe grow more rugged and sultry tears form in her eyes. What she expected was a unknown, and the rest of the walk would be spent wondering and dreading, she was sure of it.
She ambulated down the path, the dark firmament filled with stars, sultry tears rolling down her skin and falling gracefully to the ground. She had about an hour left of walking to go, but the cold numbed her skin and mind, though whether or not she knew if it would thaw was a mystery.