in the moment
she can faintly make out the gleaming linear in the background.
Written for Alice's (watching stricide) The S U N S E T S Competition! over on HPFC.
She can see, though, that everything would rather be a simple, little façade where cracks show and greenery grows through the asphalt streets, than it would be an outward show of their sinful affiliation of themselves as both of their manifestations happen to be prominent in the world they live in. Despite what her peers would tell her, she was not invincible, not even close to immortal, but just a human being who knows what's right, and what's wrong. This was one of the things that were immorally erroneous.
She's going to make it right, though.
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The murky waters washed up against the shore of a small lake, an almost deserted and isolated spot of the county, are where two silhouettes are the only marks of living creatures that dot the land. She can see him clearly though, his head full of red hair and her own scarlet curls visible by both persons, nevertheless of the shadows the dark and secluded landscape managed to create.
Her nose becomes rosy due to the gusts of the wind, and the awkwardness of the two seems to grow as time ticks by, and the only thing they both managed to say were mumbled words and sentences they spent much of their last moments of the day trying to comprehend due to their lack of courage to say anything to one another.
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He's more confused than she is – normal teenage boys shouldn't be dealing with all of these emotions and feelings, but then again, he isn't normal like the rest – and he feels like it's his fault they even got into this mess, but things lead to another and it's just perpetual. He remembers Dominique and Roxanne, Rose, and Lucy, and Jane – his girlfriend, but that word seems foreign in his mouth at the moment – and it just doesn't help that this situation will affect all of them, but he knows what's right and what's wrong, but he likes to choose the latter.
Just not today, though.
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He takes one step forward to simply brush away a stray strand of her hair away from her face, and time stops for that one moment where everything is turned into a sappy love story and the two characters just run away into the sunset, but the sands of time is turned into a downfall of fast-forwarding motion and a sudden realization of which this is reality.
She smacks away his hand from her face, and the sound of skin meeting skin is heard in the endless reserve of the county. He flinches, and the attempt of reconciliation of the two is no longer in motion as the narrowed eyes of hers are pointedly fixed on him. His hazel eyes meet her jade green, and there's this unspoken agreement between them and she turns away while his feet shuffles away from the scene, the ricochet of the wind and the ripples of the water are the only things that made any sound besides her near silent tears over the branch of a dead pine tree.
She can nearly make out the gleaming linear in the background as his figure reaches the peak of a hill, his words echo into the wind –
"Go."
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The sun sets over the lake, the wind blowing away the reality that was theirs and simply making it into a tragic fairytale.
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