Hi guys! I know I haven't posted anything in a while but I am in the middle of planning and writing a new fanfiction that should be up by Christmas (I want to finish it before uploading!)
Basically, this was a creative writing exercise we done in English before the Summer. We had to pick a character/person etc. (obvs I chose a Casualty character) and write 2 paragraphs about them. One paragraph is meant to make you hate the character and the other is meant to make you like the character. I won't tell you who the character is but it won't be hard for you to guess. In my mind this is written in Connie's POV but you can pretend the 'I' is anyone you like.
Hopefully I'll post a couple more one-shots before uploading my multi-chapter. Enjoy! Nicola xox
My gaze fell upon her at the other side of the busy department. Her short, blonde bob sat neatly over her head, a few strands falling out of place as she ran her slim fingers through it. Her bright blue eyes wandered across the room before setting their sites on me. They were as blue as the crystal waters that surround us, but after staring into them for long enough I could see the emptiness, something resembling the deepest, darkest cave on our planet. We held each others gaze for what felt like an eternity but in that time her eyes had changed. They were no longer empty but instead filled with longing. A longing to be liked, a longing to be forgiven for something I did not know. A yearning desire to have back the life she once owned.
My gaze fell upon her at the other side of the busy department. Her raggedy blonde bob sat uncombed and messy across her head. She clearly had no care for her appearance. My eyes met hers and I could see that they were a cold colour of blue, like the dark depths of our oceans. The hatred she held for other people was clear by the fact she was alone and refused any company. I had heard the rumours about what she had done. Searching in her eyes I could not see one ounce of regret. Not one part of her that yearned for forgiveness. I'm sure her eyes started turning a deep shade of red. Red. The colour of danger, the colour associated with the devil. Her gaze finally left mine and landed upon someone else. I hoped that that would be the last time my eyes would ever meet hers.