The other side
the sky was dark, yet was filled with bright balls, a star was twinkling brightly next to the waning moon, the cold breeze fluttered the leaves, the enormous andromeda lay upon him, smiling in the dark background, the boy touched the smiling galaxy with his fingertips, his tousled hair was found then was played by the chilly night breeze, the boy muttered something, while staring forlornly at the galaxy,
Im sorry
for burdening you.
Im sorry.
for hurting you.
Im sorry.
for all of the things that i have done to you.
Am i forgiven by you?
Or am I not?
I'm sorry
Tristan stared up at the sky, his face chilled by the breeze. He tugged his coat tighter, and turned around. He saw a laughing family walking on the sidewalk. The girl pointed at the playground and shrieked excitedly, the mother hushed her then shook her head, the girl stuck out her tongue then procedeed to skip along her mother. Her mother smiled. The family and it's laughter disappeared. Tristan stared at the sidewalk, his arm pulling the coat tightly. A drop of water fall down to the sand. He was crying. Tristan turned around and walked to the slide then sat on it. He buried his face into his arms then started crying softly.
To think, a rich proud arrogant boy would cry quietly on a slide, in the public, dressed in khakis pants, a grey sweater and a black tattered jacket. To think the boy would be alone on a Saturday night. To think the boy full of hauteur was breaking away from his pride. from his mask. To think the boy was trying to understand the true reality. To think the boy was crying when was faced with harshness, which is pure joy. To think the boy was trying to find himself in a maze, instead of sticking to the mask, or his own self. Yes, his own self. His own self before he met a person who showed him the reality. Without knowing it.
It was unbelievable. Nobody would believe it.
Yet it was true.
His arms were wet. His eyes were dry from crying, his nose was red. He looked up and saw the family return.
He stood up, turn around and walked into the shallow yet deep woods.
And came to the other side, with another side in him.
End.
A/N: Hey guys! I know i was suppose to update 'In the halls of Harvard', but im taking a break. There are two more chapters to go before the story is finished. If im not wrong. and im gonna do a sequel after my exams... Which is... somewhere in May... -_-;;; sorry guys! SORRY!!!! And the sequel will be romance all the way. with break-ups, make-ups and all added in! No ghouls, ghosts or anything :P And I wrote this story cos i was feeling depressed... This story is purely one chapter. And yeah, that person is Rory, and that poem/thing/whotever is for Rory.. :]
the sky was dark, yet was filled with bright balls, a star was twinkling brightly next to the waning moon, the cold breeze fluttered the leaves, the enormous andromeda lay upon him, smiling in the dark background, the boy touched the smiling galaxy with his fingertips, his tousled hair was found then was played by the chilly night breeze, the boy muttered something, while staring forlornly at the galaxy,
Im sorry
for burdening you.
Im sorry.
for hurting you.
Im sorry.
for all of the things that i have done to you.
Am i forgiven by you?
Or am I not?
I'm sorry
Tristan stared up at the sky, his face chilled by the breeze. He tugged his coat tighter, and turned around. He saw a laughing family walking on the sidewalk. The girl pointed at the playground and shrieked excitedly, the mother hushed her then shook her head, the girl stuck out her tongue then procedeed to skip along her mother. Her mother smiled. The family and it's laughter disappeared. Tristan stared at the sidewalk, his arm pulling the coat tightly. A drop of water fall down to the sand. He was crying. Tristan turned around and walked to the slide then sat on it. He buried his face into his arms then started crying softly.
To think, a rich proud arrogant boy would cry quietly on a slide, in the public, dressed in khakis pants, a grey sweater and a black tattered jacket. To think the boy would be alone on a Saturday night. To think the boy full of hauteur was breaking away from his pride. from his mask. To think the boy was trying to understand the true reality. To think the boy was crying when was faced with harshness, which is pure joy. To think the boy was trying to find himself in a maze, instead of sticking to the mask, or his own self. Yes, his own self. His own self before he met a person who showed him the reality. Without knowing it.
It was unbelievable. Nobody would believe it.
Yet it was true.
His arms were wet. His eyes were dry from crying, his nose was red. He looked up and saw the family return.
He stood up, turn around and walked into the shallow yet deep woods.
And came to the other side, with another side in him.
End.
A/N: Hey guys! I know i was suppose to update 'In the halls of Harvard', but im taking a break. There are two more chapters to go before the story is finished. If im not wrong. and im gonna do a sequel after my exams... Which is... somewhere in May... -_-;;; sorry guys! SORRY!!!! And the sequel will be romance all the way. with break-ups, make-ups and all added in! No ghouls, ghosts or anything :P And I wrote this story cos i was feeling depressed... This story is purely one chapter. And yeah, that person is Rory, and that poem/thing/whotever is for Rory.. :]