This is a product of pure boredom. Leave me some reviews and tell me what you think.
"So she cried and her tears formed a river that carved through the dry, hard land. Anything that stood in its way was obliterated. Nothing remained. And it flowed, to the sea, away from the sea, to the stars. Till the world was but a spinning globe of water. Encased in its own sorrow. The sorrow from one girl who had been denied her chance at love. To be loved. So the world felt her pain."
"And as the girl poured her heart out, let all the pain she kept inside flood into the world, something softly brushed her cheek, and caressed her hair. And for a moment her tears stopped, and she looked around. The wind carried to her, soft words meant for her ears only. And it was then that she knew that he would forever be looking down on her. Looking after her. And suddenly, as if a hand had plunged into her heart and torn out all the pain, she felt peaceful"
The words that she had read so many times echoed around in her head. Conjuring up vivid images, and causing emotions to swell and flow around inside her. If only she could live such a fairy-tale, though perhaps without the loss of the man she was so incredibly in love with. Though wasn't it better to have loved and lost than never to have loved at all? What did it matter anyway? It seemed much easier to daydream, to pick and choose the attributes and characteristics of a person than to have to find them in a real living person. Real living people were really quite a pain when you thought about it. It was safer to stay within your head, safe from harm. Without thinking she nodded to herself in affirmation of this decision and continued walking down the small path along the windswept hills, the grass rippling in the wind, like the waves of the far off ocean.
Her thoughts again turned to the story she had been reading last night. Her favourite. She knew it off by heart, every word, every glorious sentiment, every, she stumbled as her foot caught on an unseen tussock of grass and she fell, unable to recover her balance in time. She gasped with a sudden intake of breath as her arm had been trapped at an uncomfortable angle under the weight of her body. She pushed herself up and managed to get to her feet. Rolling up the sleeve of her shirt she could see that her wrist was already turning a shocking shade of purple. She sighed, the pain was sending sharp impulses to her head, and her wrist was throbbing in time to the pulsing of her blood. Why couldn't she just retreat into her own mind and stay there for ever? Not have to eat, or sleep, bother with all those menial tasks that living required. But alas no, she was stuck here, in reality, with all its harsh truths.
A voice shocked her out of her own contemplative thoughts and she looked up quickly to see a man standing in front of her. She wasn't sure whether or not she had seen him before, see never bothered to remember people that well and after a while they all started to look the same as it was. Perhaps she hadn't met him, she was quite sure she would have remembered him. He was reasonably tall, dark black falling across his pale face, which was angular and not at the same time, his high cheekbones making him look somewhat elven. His dark brown pants and crisp white shirt added to the feeling that he was a perfectionist, and she was hedging her bets on his boots being nicely polished. All in all she thought that he wasn't that unattractive, not that she was at all interested at all, she had everything she needed right inside her head.
She gathered that he had said something to her, as he was looking at her as if waiting for a response "I'm sorry what was it you said, I didn't quite catch it, I was somewhat distracted"
"I was asking if you were alright" his voice was nonchalant, as if he was asking if she were alright simply because there was nothing else to say. For some reason this made a white hot flame of anger flash in her. Why had he even bothered to ask if he had no interest?
"Yes, I'm fine, why wouldn't I be?" her reply was short and she made to continue on her way along the path, but he spoke again before she had moved two steps "Really? Are you quite sure? Because if my arm were such a vivid shade of purple I wouldn't be saying that I was fine as you so eloquently put it" She bit her tongue to stop the impromptu reply she knew that would come if she didn't physically stop herself. His cool, calm voice, made her red hot with anger. Why this one man would irritate her so much she had no idea, but then again she was always very quick to tire and judge people.
"Are you a doctor, or are you just observant"
the edges of his mouth curved slightly into a smile, " Perhaps I'm a bit of both or maybe I'm neither. Let me see your arm" She hesitated slightly, she didn't feel particularly like being close enough for this man that was right now not only an irritation, but who was infringing on her imagination time. She sighed and stepped close enough to him and held her arm out to him. She felt his fingers lightly touch and circle her bruised flesh. The brisk morning air drifted around them both, his fingers themselves felt like air dancing over her skin. She shivered as a gust of wind flowed through her thin shirt, making her skin stand out in goosebumps. His long elegant fingers gently pressed into her skin, feeling the muscles and the bones. He looked up at her and she could see that he had grey eyes, clear and yet at the same time like a stormy winter sky.
"You haven't broken anything, just twisted the muscle, you should put some ice on it to help the swelling" "Well thank you for your informed advice, it was very kind of you" she smiled at him and extricated her arm from his hands. "I'll be sure to put some ice on it later" not likely, where on earth was she supposed to get ice? Honey would be much better, and easier to procure. For the second time she made to leave and was sure that she had managed it this time till his cool voice broke through the air "your very liberal with your sarcasm you know" she stopped and groaned internally. Why couldnt this annoying, perfect man with grey eyes leave her alone and let her go back to her world where people like him didnt exist unless she was using them as a ploy for her hero to come and save her. She turned around to face him "Really am I? I had no idea, I'm truly sorry if I offended you in any way" her every word dripped with sarcasm, and she could see bemusement cross his face. " Are you usually such an ungrateful person to people who are looking out for your well being?" she narrowed her eyes at him, mirroring her sarcasm with his own was not what she had expected. "well do you usually act as if others are infringing upon your very important time and are simply a nuisance to you?" the bemused look didnt leave his face and this was only making her all the more annoyed.
"well my time is very important, so I think I have every right to assume that people are being a nuisance to me" this comment wouldnt have made her so angry if it he had said it with even the smallest hint of sarcasm, as it was he sounded as if he truly meant it, and she was quite sure that he did mean every word of it. She bit her tongue, hard. So hard she felt she sharp taste of blood in her mouth. She took a deep breath in, looked at him cooly, turned and finally made her escape.
She shoved her cold hands deep into her pockets and let the cold gusting autumn wind blow the boiling anger out of her. She didnt look back, and didnt care to. If there was one thing that she despised more than the average person, it was people who were completely insufferable. As she walked, looking at the rippling grass around her, and the clouds scudding along the sky, she hoped strongly to never have to meet that man again in her entire lifetime.