"It's too much." Why? Why did I tell him that?
"Oh…Okay…" How could I hurt him like that?
"I guess I'll see you around?" I have no intention of ever seeing him again.
"We can still be friends." Only we both know we can't.
"Bye."
"Bye."
That day I watched the only one I ever loved, truly and deeply, walk away.
I pushed him out of my heart.
A slender figure stands at the water's edge. She sighs as she looks out to the horizon with a distant look in her green-violet eyes. They say a person goes to the ocean, when they think of the one they love. The freedom reminds them of their love, the love that is deep and true. Free of limitations, vast as the ocean.
With every step my feet pound on the pavement. My black converse shoes pound in rhythm with my heart. Watching them ascend up and then fly back down to slap the ground again sends me into a kind of trance. Good.
God knows I could use the peace.
I finally tear my eyes away from my hypnotic feet and look up. The sight before me takes my breath away. A magnificent huge building stands before me, it's ancient beams still holding strong. Immediately I feel at home. A warm breeze brushes past me and through the gate to the school. It's welcoming, inviting.
Something whispers in the back of mind, telling me that somehow everything will be all right.
As I walk through the school I admire the architecture of the place. Beams hold up high rooves, and the stained glass windows are the epitome of perfection. Amidst this perfection there also lies a familiarity, a comfort and I feel as though I have finally found what I've been seeking. Even if I don't know what that is.
The girl showing me around the school is telling me to hurry up, but as I pass a room something draws me to it. 'Come here,' the breeze whispers, and the door opens as if by magic. The breeze plays with some old leaves that lie on the floor of the room, as if enticing me to join it.
To play along with it.
I haven't played in so long.
The girl's harsh voice slices through the hold this room has on me. I snap out of my stupor.
"C'mon," she whines. "I haven't even shown you half the school yet, and we're running out of time."
She runs up the stairs, taking two at a time. I follow after her, dragging my feet up the marble steps, almost not wanting to tarnish that perfectionism.
"This is your dorm room," she says to me, and then she's gone.
I sigh as I sit down heavily on my bed. As much as I like this place, it doesn't quite rid my heart of my grief.
Grief is a heavy burden to carry.
Sorry this chapter was heaps short, like HEAPS but I needed to end on the grief note, because it's important for future chapters. Just wait till the next one it's going to be intriguing and great. Oh and review please