Here is a very short piece that I wrote, my first (of probably many) Sylphiel
fictions. Tell me what you think. Its on my usual topic... unrequited love.
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Looking In
I'm not quite sure myself the reason why I still walk by this place
every afternoon. All it holds for me is pain, sadness, resentment, and anger.
But am I really angry? This is what he wants. This is what makes him
happy... right?
//Let him be,// I urge myself. //You love him, so let him be happy
without you.//
The wind lifted made a fluttering sound, light and delicate, almost
as if it was laughing at me. //I don't need your pity... I don't need anyone's
pity...// Bitterly I turn my face to the breeze, as if to defy all its power
over me.
And now I'm looking in again.
What do I see? A happy, smiling family... something I would never have.
After my city was destroyed with my family still in it, He was all that I had
left. He was everything to me. Sure, He was beyond incredibly dense, but He
had so many other redeeming qualities. He was kind. He was gentle. He was
funny. He was gorgeous.
He made me smile and he made me laugh.
He made me cry and he made me weep.
But never did he tell me he loved me. Still, I had kept that small hope,
always hidden deep within me...
Now, however, now my hope is dead. The three of them are having a family
moment, while I watch from afar through this dirty window. It looks as if it
is their daughter's 2nd birthday.
Amazing. It's been that long...
A birthday candle is blown out, and He is standing there, snapping a
photo and grinning. She is at his side, clutching his arm tighter when the
child's mouth moves to speak. I feel a tear drop come to my eye, and I
quickly wipe it aside. I'd certainly seen enough in my days to not be
shocked by just one like this.
"You're so stupid, Sylphiel." I mutter to myself, chuckling at the
mere blindness of my own hope. "You never even stood a chance."
Surely, their daughter was beautiful beyond words, pure loveliness
incarnate. She had the red hair of her mother, and those painfully blue
eyes...
Those were her father's eyes.
I turn away, smiling slightly as I leave a rose on the ground for the
man I would have loved, had he given me the chance. Had he remembered me.
It was then that I realized that they must have forgotten completely
about me. After all, I was never even invited to the birth shower, or her
first birthday party, or Christmas celebrations, or even a harmless visit. I
was the only one who was still alone after the dust settled. I was the girl
who was told that I would "find someone... someday".
...maybe I'll invite them to my funeral.
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fictions. Tell me what you think. Its on my usual topic... unrequited love.
---,'-----'-,-'-@
Looking In
I'm not quite sure myself the reason why I still walk by this place
every afternoon. All it holds for me is pain, sadness, resentment, and anger.
But am I really angry? This is what he wants. This is what makes him
happy... right?
//Let him be,// I urge myself. //You love him, so let him be happy
without you.//
The wind lifted made a fluttering sound, light and delicate, almost
as if it was laughing at me. //I don't need your pity... I don't need anyone's
pity...// Bitterly I turn my face to the breeze, as if to defy all its power
over me.
And now I'm looking in again.
What do I see? A happy, smiling family... something I would never have.
After my city was destroyed with my family still in it, He was all that I had
left. He was everything to me. Sure, He was beyond incredibly dense, but He
had so many other redeeming qualities. He was kind. He was gentle. He was
funny. He was gorgeous.
He made me smile and he made me laugh.
He made me cry and he made me weep.
But never did he tell me he loved me. Still, I had kept that small hope,
always hidden deep within me...
Now, however, now my hope is dead. The three of them are having a family
moment, while I watch from afar through this dirty window. It looks as if it
is their daughter's 2nd birthday.
Amazing. It's been that long...
A birthday candle is blown out, and He is standing there, snapping a
photo and grinning. She is at his side, clutching his arm tighter when the
child's mouth moves to speak. I feel a tear drop come to my eye, and I
quickly wipe it aside. I'd certainly seen enough in my days to not be
shocked by just one like this.
"You're so stupid, Sylphiel." I mutter to myself, chuckling at the
mere blindness of my own hope. "You never even stood a chance."
Surely, their daughter was beautiful beyond words, pure loveliness
incarnate. She had the red hair of her mother, and those painfully blue
eyes...
Those were her father's eyes.
I turn away, smiling slightly as I leave a rose on the ground for the
man I would have loved, had he given me the chance. Had he remembered me.
It was then that I realized that they must have forgotten completely
about me. After all, I was never even invited to the birth shower, or her
first birthday party, or Christmas celebrations, or even a harmless visit. I
was the only one who was still alone after the dust settled. I was the girl
who was told that I would "find someone... someday".
...maybe I'll invite them to my funeral.
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