I was going to continue 'The Last Three', but I scrapped a draft and was just too lazy to write another one. (On the bright side, I'll probably be able to do long weekly updates for you guys once I get things sorted out on my end.)
This popped into my head while I was browsing the forums. It's a bit abstract, but it's 4:18 AM and I really need to go to sleep.
Remember my heart feelings? Yup. Still not over those. Thought I was. Nope.
She dreams about him sometimes. She dreams about a life they could've spent together. Children with beautiful bright blue eyes. Maybe they'd take after him and be blonde. But she wakes up. She always wakes up.
And when she wakes up the tears begin. Ugly, bitter tears. She hates the feeling in her heart. She wants to end everything, but she doesn't. She can't.
She lets the tears lull her into slumber and awakens with a bright smile and broken eyes. She looks into the mirror and calls herself ugly. She feels uglier after she finishes applying makeup.
Then she begins her daily routine. A painful routine. Eggs are fried; bread is toasted and buttered. She sets down the food, but does not eat. She waits.
5 minutes later, light footsteps can be heard. The child approaches the table and hugs her 'mother'. The woman's eyes grow misty as she takes in the child's beautiful blonde hair and bright blue eyes.
Curls so blonde they could outshine the sun.
Eyes like a clear sky, unlike the woman's seafoam orbs.
She glances at the white ribbon atop her daughter's head. He had always loved ribbons. He'd bought her ribbon hairpins for her sixteenth birthday.
He never showed up. He had found himself someone new. He'd given the pins away. He'd given her heart away. And he'd given his daughter away.
And sometimes the woman closes her eyes, and she thinks.
Why didn't he choose me?