another one for a contest.
yeah, i SO own mcfly.
dumb beans.
He groaned as the blunt light pierced through his eyelids, haunting memories of those days he spent at the hospital returning to him like a flood. Rolling on to his side, he was met with empty space that stretched out the white, innocent sheets. The tears that hid in his eyes slowly emerged, falling vertically as his body hoisted itself up for yet another day of pretence and fake smiles.
The early morning graced the city with elegance, the sky a midnight black with the slightest hint of daylight creeping in through the tall, magnificent buildings. As she stood behind the easel, her arms swished about gracefully as the dark colours invaded the once calm, white canvas.
Muffled sobs flew softly in the air, slipping in the open crack of her balcony door. Wondering who would be up at this time of the morning, she opened the door fully, and stepped out into the cool, London air.
She looked around, and noticed that in the balcony next to her, a man sat with his knees tucked closely in his chest, his arms enveloping a mass of brown curls that sat neatly on the top of his head.
"Hey, hey, what's wrong?" she asked, her angelic voice floating through the quiet air. The man, clearly not having noticed the presence before, looked up sharply to find the image of beauty stood behind the steel bars that separated them.
His glazed eyes surveyed her form in confusion, as he never knew that the apartment next to his was occupied.
"I've lost it, all of it." he whispered, his head taking its former place in his arms as the tears fell once again.
The words turned into riddles as it reached her ears, every syllable a mystery to solve. She didn't know anything about him, or his words, but she knew she translated one thing right; he needed someone.
Expertly, she managed to hop over the steel bar over to his balcony, and once she set foot in his territory, she rushed up to him and wrapped her thin arms around his body.
He didn't know why he was letting a stranger touch him this way, especially after the events that had led him to lock himself out of the outside world after his work, the only thing that's keeping him alive, is done. Maybe he just needed the attention. Maybe he was just deprived of.. Of what? Care? Love?
Soft, soothing words rolled quietly off her tongue, as her hands rubbed his back in an attempt to calm his shaking body.
Once his sobs had subsided, he began to tell her everything. How and why he didn't know. But he knew he felt a strange sense of security and trust in her, and so he spoke. About the two deaths that's slowly murdering him inside, about his loss of trust in almost everyone. About how it was killing him to not be able to get over it, as two years had passed and he was still stuck in the past, and how every time he woke up in the morning, the events that happened in two years summed up to a yesterday.
"Yesterday's just a memory." she whispered into his ear, after silence engulfed the air as the two strangers held each other in their arms.
He looked into her eyes and melted as the warm brown colours locked with his own blue orbs, and there he found what he'd been desperately searching for.
A tomorrow.