Hey! This is my 4th fic. Wrote it at midnight when I was forced to turn off my computer and was bored
Hope you enjoy!
A little boy sat on an old wooden bench
His mind engulfed in his thoughts
He wondered:
When I grow up, what will I be?
A doctor? A pilot?
A father of three?
He wondered and wondered,
Eyes never leaving the ground,
Nobody knew,
He was yet to be found.
Soon a little girl sat down next to him
A pink-headed girl to be exact.
She looked at the little boy,
Eyebrows furrowed,
She asked, Why're you here, you little rascal?
The boy looked up in surprise
No one called him THAT before
His eyes met the little girl's,
But he never said a word,
Not a word more.
Then a sound reached his ears,
A small melody of giggles.
She was laughing, but why?
The little boy scrutinised her in curiosity,
As she wiped tears of laughter from her eyes.
You're an interesting one she says.
The boy just blushed, and looked the other way
A teenage boy sat on an old wooden bench,
Tears falling from his eyes.
He wondered:
Must fate be so cruel?
My home, my family, my life
Not even given a chance for renewal.
He wondered and wondered,
Eyes never leaving the ground.
He wanted to be alone,
He didn't want to be found.
Soon a teenage girl sat down next to him,
A pink-headed one to be exact.
A hand on his shoulder, she said:
Why're you crying, my pet?
The boy looked up, teary-eyed.
He saw her face filled with worry and regret.
His eyes hardened,
As he turned the other way,
As if their eyes had never met.
Nevertheless, the girl touched his hand,
Hinting for him to turn around.
He did as he was told,
Surprised he was so bold,
But he didn't make a sound.
However, a glance at her face,
He crumpled into her embrace,
Stifling sobs into her chest.
Her hands just ran through his soft hair,
And gradually,
his mind came to rest.
They sat there for awhile,
Both locked in each other's embrace.
Neither knew something was blooming,
Neither knew something was taking place.
A young man sat on an old wooden bench,
His mind, a desperate mess.
He wondered:
Will she come? Will she be here?
Or will this just be another meeting less?
He wondered and wondered,
Eyes never leaving the ground.
He was there,
But the girl was nowhere to be found.
He waited and waited,
Soon it was night time.
The girl never came,
So he went back home without a sound.
Nobody knew what he had been gripping on the entire time,
A little black box,
A diamond ring inside.
Its interior, carved with such complexity,
Were the words:
Please be mine.
A middle-aged man sat on an old wooden bench,
His face shadowed with dejection.
He wondered:
This is my fate,
I'm always a little too late,
And now this is my retribution.
He wondered and wondered,
Eyes never leaving the ground.
He knew, after that day,
After that little girl's last note was played,
He was never,
Ever,
To be found
...
..
Again.
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