This is gonna be my very first story and also first attempt at writing.
Please be nice and reviews are appreciated! :)) Enjoy!
Woman on the Bench
The unmistakable sound of the pouring rain, the attainable beat of her fearless heart; the same rhythm. All the same rhythm…
A dark silhouette, sitting on a bench.
Her heart is a black lump in her chest; dark as the night, stiff as coal. The slight rise of her chest as she takes the ice cold breath in and the sound of exhaling mixed with a devastated sight. Her ice blue eyes, that create the perfect contrast with her dark caramel colored flawless skin, search her surroundings, hoping to find what she came there for but nothing… Silence fills the air as she observes slowly; so slow as if she might be trying to torture someone. She raises her hand which is now turned into crimson from the cold and she runs her delicate fingers through her thick, wavy black hair. The dance that her fingers do without awareness is absolutely breath taking. In one hopeful move, she adjusts her tight fitting black suit that is basically made for her body to pour into it. She quietly waits.
Barely noticeable rain starts turning into snow; a perfect white snow. Her hopes let her down more with each minute, each snowflake that drapes over her shoulders, slowly turning the black suite into a beautiful white color. She whimpers, her voice tingling in the air.
A single tear leaves her eye and slowly streams its way down her left cheek. A single tear, no more; as though crying, pouring her emotions were a sin. She doesn't even bother to wipe it off, instead let it rest there peacefully like she might be enjoying the light touch of water on her skin. That single tear drop that came out of her beautiful sapphire eyes, shines in the moonlight, the water reflecting images of snow into billion directions.
The lump in her chest gets bigger and harder to carry as each second passes. She feels as if she's being dominated by the power of it. The pain reaches all o her limbs, numbs her forcing her to abandon her hopes, her dreams and her rationality.
In painfully slow movements, she gets up, knowing she has lost the battle. The last battle she ever found the courage to fight. Every single thought rushing in her mind has been crashed and she finds herself slowly making her way back to that cold, grey building that's been awaiting her since the beginning.
In that moment, she notices it; she knows it's been there all along, never left.
A small smile curls up against her lips. The elegant walk she portrays, the swaying of her hips, a slight barely noticeable smile she puts on her lips as though she is putting on a show… for him; only for him to watch.
She knows this is not over.
They'll always have that moment to cherish.
He watches her, something he has been doing for a very long time now. Years maybe… He carefully listens to the sound of her heels clacking on the stone pathway. Then he drops his eyes on the ground and he leaves too; knowing that he will be back…
Well what do you think? :)