this story line has been in my head for quite a few weeks. i dont know what it is yet, but i know its there. it might be confusing at first, but dont worry, it'll all fill out. trust me, i know, since i've already written the first chapter. and yeah, you might read this and go "What?". but trust me, things will clear up.
Prologue:
"Are you sure this is what you want?"
"I'm sure, Jake. This is what I want."
"But I don't get it. Why now?"
"Because, the sooner it's over, the sooner my heart breaks, the sooner it heals, and the sooner I move on with my life."
"I need a substantial reason. This needs to make sense to me."
"There isn't a good enough reason. I just need to call it quits. I can't do it anymore. I can't lie."
"But she's never going to find out. She's clueless. This is foolproof."
"No Jake. It's not fair. I'm her best friend. I can't do this to her."
"But Lilly!"
"No! Don't 'But Lilly' me. Miley is my best friend. I know I'm doing the right thing."
And I turn, and walk away, tears stinging my eye.
X x X x X x X
A big ball of light, an illuminating sphere.
It's disappearing now; it's going to the other side. This part of the world will be enveloped in darkness, while some other part will be welcoming the sunlight.
Dawn and dusk. How they contradict each other. It's like they've never met. They're never at the same place, at the same time. Yet they're always associated, like butter and jam, or tea and coffee. They're different, yet the same.
The sky, it's a painting.
A painting so beautiful.
The artist a brilliant artiste.
The horizon is a thin black line. Above it, a vibrant shade of yellow. The yellow then turns to orange, and then bypassing the orange, a dull red. Streaks of pink and purple complete the scenic picture. Except it is not a picture; it is real.
People are enjoying this breathtaking view.
Some can be found in the privacy of their own homes, sitting on their balconies, they're iPod ear plugs firmly secured, listening to music of their choice.
Others can be found on the roads and streets and pavements, going on they're late evening walks and jogs.
Still others can be found on the beach, where the sunset can be viewed best. They sit on the warm sand, they're feet immersed in the water, and enjoy.
And suddenly, these people forget everything. They're worries and trials vanish. They're pain and sorrows disappear. A wave of tranquility washes over all of them, bringing with it the salt of peace and harmony.
And when the sky turns inky blue, they snap out of their reverie and continue living they're respective lives.
It's always the same.
Sometimes, this little moment of peace, harmony and tranquility, is all a person can get.
So they enjoy it while they can, and they are the ones who always wait for it, patiently.
Because while nobody's life is perfect, there are a few, whose lives are just too imperfect.
And so they wait, for that 10 minutes of guaranteed happiness, everyday.
Because they have no choice.
you know the drill.
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me