A/N Terribly short I know, but I found this on my computer that I wrote when I was in a very tough time in my life. It seemed fitting at the time and I thought I should just post it and share it. It's just some thoughts on what happened that fateful night. I'm pretty sure we can all work out who it is about. I would appreciate just a little feedback though to see what people think of it. It came from the heart people.
We smiled for the camera. That one special time. That one special time when we smiled for the camera. Not ever to be done again. That dream had ended on the roof. On that day. That day when the bullet had shot down a heart without even touching it.
He clutched the picture of the two of them together. We smiled for the camera. Her hair whished around her soft creamy skin. That skin that he longed to touch one again. Touch. Smell. Her soft brown locks flapping in the strong wind on top of that cliff. That cliff where they had messed and joked one weekend. A special weekend.
The view shone off his sunglasses. He looked down at the waves that hit against the cliff and blocked his view of the beautiful ocean. Just like the bullet blocked the view. It smashed into his love, his life, his guard, his barrier.
The barrier stopped him from brash thinking. Ideal thinking. He had always imagined his life would be right once he left his Italian upbringing but that had changed now. The sun that was shining above was draped by the cotton wool. The wool that let the light through. The wool that was his mask. The light that was her face.
The brightness of her smile. The smile on the picture he clutched in his hand. Pearly whites that gleamed against her smooth textured skin. The skin he would touch and caress. He would joke about using sandpaper and she would smack his arm. The arm he would wrap around her when she complained of the cold. Or the jacket he would place on her shoulders just to keep the cold out. He would freeze and she would call him insane.
It drove him crazy, not being able to hear her laugh. That laugh that sounded like a gentle chuckle which would grow into a full on fit. They used to fit. She would slip her arm in his and he would pull her along to show her the bright colours that enveloped them. Brown, green that matched together to making a shining pool of sight no-one else would notice.
Nobody noticed. They wouldn't believe it would ever work. They met at work. He drove her round the bend and he would gladly accompany her through the turn. She took the sign that brought them ever closer whilst he would hold on to her for dear life.
Life. The same life that was gone forever. The life they fought so hard to protect everyday had flown away in the wind. The same wind that swept away the picture of the woman he had loved.
We smiled for the camera.
A/N Please review and tell me what you think. I appreciate it.