Hey over there, I just watched a film called Moulin Roush or something like that. It was so beautiful... and so sad.
This is a one-shot, a senseless piece of language we call word.
Disclaimer: Nothing is mine, no names are said in here but some may know about whom this story is telling.
It's a story of broken love, a story of despair and rough awakening.
Mmm a little request, I am not a native speaker so please excuse every mistake I make. The tenses were rather difficult uhh well.
Unfortunately I haven't got a beta reader, but thanks anyway.
I'm from Germany if you want to know.
As his hands slowly caressed the beauty of her skin she cried out in pain and agony. Life wasn't worth what she was enduring at the moment. Her thoughts were filled with something she could only call resignation. Simple and bare.
Still the memories kept creeping around inside of her, always searching for a way to sneak into her mind and destroy every little breath of hope, every glimpse of sunshine they could find.
Nothing seemed to make sense anymore.
Everything for what she had fought was lost, gone without any chance of return.
Silent tears found their way down her cheeks as she slowly rose from her feet. Her fate, her destiny was lost, could she accept that?
Long brown curls of her all too bushy hair touched her shoulders in a very comforting way while icy wind kept blowing into her face. The snow slowly settled down on the grounds of the place she had once called a home.
Everything, everyone she had known happened not to matter to her anymore.
He was so cold. When she touched him he seemed to be made up of stone. The largest glacier in the world had melted his love, had asked for what he had always wanted, cared about most – her.
Life was being taken away from her since they had had to depart. They had stolen her from him.
She was gone.
And as they abducted her, he was being left alone in the dark. Endurance was lost. He couldn't bring himself to live the life that had betrayed him in the worst way anybody could think of. He had lost his own will, his destiny, his love and his very soul to this very woman who had been taken away from him.
Senseless waves of a broken mind reached his heart as he saved her and died.
A broken man, a broken sword, a lost love and a lost word
Nothing could safe them from the sudden death, that had silently crept behind them, waiting for the final blow.
And it had received what it had longed for.
One half left broken in the dark, the other fainting in the loving arms of death.
Nothing to gain, nothing to loose.
Nothing to aspire, nothing to hold up high
Nothing to look at, nothing to hope for.
Only lies, slowly eating itself from another's body,
And in the end,
Creating its own little world
Of hope and despair.
Caught in the act, torn by the words of parting.
Her heart was gone, as was her love
Her mind was gone, as were her thoughts
Her life was gone, as was his own
Creation only made to fail.
The love that was once blooming full of joy, lay crashed down in the darkness of ever staying water -
Drowned.
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Thank you for reading,
thank you for (hopefully) reviewing,
thank you for considering, that life can't always be something safe and joyful.
But nonetheless life is something we should care for, something he should hold on,
And something we should adore.
Even if it's not always easy.
Believe me I know what I'm talking about.
Trust yourself and have a little fun in the arms of your love,
And if you haven't got one –
Find yourself comforted in the arms of a friend.