Stranger in the Moonlight
Closing my eyes I let the moonlight beams fall on me as I stayed by the pond, reflecting the moon's beautiful image. Its silvery rays fell on me, causing my hair to tint with a silver touch. I tried to smile at my reflection in the pond but I knew that it didn't seem possible. I didn't know what to do and how I was going to get out of the mess I was already in. I had caused a marriage to almost fall apart, just because of me and my big mouth.
I sighed as I leaned back and closed my eyes. Whenever I closed my eyes all I could see was his beautiful figure. His gorgeous ebony red hair and how it fell over his eyes were dazzling. His lean figure taunted me as he always towered over her with his 5 foot 11 inches. Most of all, his eyes, his emerald eyes, which cause me to be hypnotized by his elegance and handsomeness were the kind which can bore through your soul. I opened my eyes when I heard someone clear their throat.
My eyes widened once I saw him standing there, taunting me once again as he always did. He looked as if he wanted to talk to me urgently and I stood up immediately ready to leave. I didn't want to talk to him the most, of all people. I had ruined his night and I didn't want to explain myself when he asked me what I was talking about inside. I could say I was just ranting, and that it was incoherent nonsense. Yet I knew he wouldn't buy it. He could probably read me like a book, just as my mother told me. I closed my eyes for reassurance and when I opened them, I saw him walking closer to me.
I knew at that moment when he stepped closer to me, his breath taunting me as with his every step closer towards me, something was going to happen. I closed my eyes and allowed the night breeze brush against my face, as in a distraction away from this man god. I thought of everything that had happened and I knew that someday it was all going to change, if I let this happen. Yet, I knew I couldn't. I turned around and walked away from him knowing that his eyes would definitely widen at my actions.
I let the tears drop my cheek and I knew that these tears were not fake; these tears were real, the first real tears I had let down ever since my mother…died. No one made me feel that way and certainly, no situation had made me cry ever since five years ago when that fateful night happened. I knew that somehow I had to manage with my choice, because I knew it was the right choice. Regardless, I felt incomplete and missing something and feeling as if what I chose was the biggest mistake I will make in my life.
I walked away, whispering my heart away, "I'm sorry, Aerrow."
Just a drabble. First Storm Hawks oneshot. I'm thinking of writing for this genre so I would like your opinion if you like my works or not.
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Forgiveness is the scent that a rose leaves on the heel that crushes it.
-Rosefire