This little idea of a story's been on my computer now for months, so thought I'd finally try and make something out of it.
This chapter will be very short, but it's only the prologue.
Hope you all enjoy reading.
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Prologue – October Tracks
It's been a few years, such a clichéd separation period; so, as a cliché would do, I stand here, making shadows for the both us.
Splintered edges of before split your tear ducts open; sunny night, spotty juxtaposition still.
"With every morning I wake, time goes too slow, then, when I see you, the minutes whistle swiftly by. With every morning I sit, the train snails along, then, when your smile's at the platform, the wheels steam quicker than breath" Just a flashback of what you'd once said.
"I didn't want to make you cry" Guiltily spoken, eyes always to the doorstep.
"You just fucking left me" Poison ridden, simple whisper.
"I didn't want to waste your time again" Our two torrents tumbling down.
Odd and even stone spires, reaching just around shoe level, dotted around the black greenness, tears and cyan.
"But here I am, making you cry" I cough out, pressure hiccupping my chest.
"Everything I touch turns to dust"
Wanting to drive away with my feet, away from all the few years and broken pasts, all the tears, down, thinking of how we were, you're doing fine without me, without tears in the eyes.
Opposite of sky turning completely around, swivelling in the descent, and became accustomed to the dark, bare branches scattering, and old train tracks of twigs falling with a snap, either side, walkways away from you.
Not a look, not a look.
A high pitched streak bellowed through the line of my path, tearing at the quiet. Whip around, eyes to distant eyes, darkness blocking colour, stream, streak, stream, walk into a run, whistle, desperate to feel the item which once connected us like glue – whistle.