Unrequited Love of Mines
Chapter 1
Staring out the dark windows once again at the violent tides lap and gash at the rocks to the lighthouse. Pounding and throwing their monstrous punches, fiercely knocking any wind that lay on the rocks to opposing directions. Angrier than normal, this is how the tide had become this particular afternoon.
Sun lie hidden under all the dark clouds. So heavy and full of unshed tears. Painful and agonizing rain drops would soon touch base with the ground. But it waited patiently. As so did the sun, never shining as bright as it did the last day . Warm tender kisses from the suns' penetrating ray. Lacing sweet butterfly touches on the body. Caressing cool winds from the east added for the perfect climate. Never had there been a time when one became too hot or too cool… never too much of anything. There was always the right portion of what was needed to survive.
Licking there dry lips roughly to add what moisture still remained inside their parched mouth. Sudden wave of hunger had overcame the spirit. The thought of the sun and the laughter that once filled those days came relapsing to the mind. As kind as the gestures may have been, the pain written on them had not yet escaped a tortured mind of sorrow.
Still the rain lay held heavily in the gray-black clouds. It waited patiently for the destruction of what lay left of the crushed body of their low vital signed soul. It didn't look good but nor did the thought of surrendering become evident either.
Sitting perched on the window, with the head leaning onto the sill of the window staring to the outside blankly. Nothing was registering as to what was occurring outside as it had once done so earlier. Everything vanished and the mind went off into it's own world of sight.
Seeing only what it wanted to see. Knowing what it only wanted to know. And feeling the emotion it only wanted to be felt. So would the memories that acknowledged the criteria set truly, begin to take flight
With slow movement to the arm, they extended their balled up hand to the level of the face. Then releasing the tensioned grasp and letting the fingers unfold to a curved form to rub the rough texture of an once smooth skin that now became what was one of many of their hellish features.
Back and forth motions as if trying to remember something. In contemplation of what was there or really hadn't been there. A figment to the imagination of pure silliness. How could one drum of such dreadful thoughts. Even if one's mind allowed the prosperous thing to take place, how would it ever become of reality. It was too unobtainable and not spoken. Such thought that would be uttered of this extent could cause serious injury to how he or she may be looked upon.
Do I care?
Such feelings such as that one is what was the question. Had they not cared, why did they live in the world that knew nothing but of money, power, money, greed, and more money. Sighing out to the listening walls, the shadowing furniture, and any present to what was known as misery.
Misery was the company to the lonely and the relative of depression. They on the other had fitted right along in the group of unwanted emotion but still came to the brightest of all. It took control of their life, and blinded their mind. Things once clear were confusing. Actions once easily handled were difficult task to the sulked victim of what was their health.
A clasp of thunder awakened them from their daze. And once again had they been turned back to the thunderous waves. The raw emotion of mother nature's hurt. She was in pain for some unknown reason and like them held in their tears for a better purpose as if all would finally be over with when one would sprinkle the ground or meet the bare mouth of crust. Apparently the licking from earlier had already done to it what was had been evident upon happening.
With that said, the theory could have also been applied to happiness. It would only last for a short will before it too would tire of what it became accustomed to and vanish as it hadn't once never been there. Thinking back to the night when last words weren't the problem, the awful thought of a last time seeing each other had been.
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Jogging her usual night path in the woods she slowed down as she approached their spot. Having been in these woods for most of her life, she knew she need not to fear of any danger. Except for the occasional stocker or two that only would use her for ransom before her family would willingly give them the money no comments made and she would be returned. Hell, sometimes she just did it for fun just so that she could score a few thousands for when and him took trips just to get away.
Then a rustle came from her left side. She turned slowly and met up with the familiar eyes of her boyfriend. Her one and only first love, there could never be another like him, never.
He walked slowly to her and took in her beauty and smiled deeply but then his gaze dropped at what would come next. For now, he wouldn't let it interfere with his emotion though or how things were just perfect at this moment.
Exhaling and blushing at the intense glare he gave her, she couldn't help but think of this moment being unforgettable. It felt different somehow but it felt it would be a great beginning for something. Yet she didn't know of what would the significance of this usual encounter had really held.
"Hey.." she began.
"Shshhh, I want to see something" he said stepping in front of her. And looking down to her, he held her arm in each of his hands and lowered his head to kiss her. A light one at first then he parted her lips and stopped when he realized what was it he was really supposed to be doing. He sucked her upper lip, then moved to the bottom and hung a low position until all flavor had been gone.
"That's my wild cherry" he smiled to her. She on the other hand still had her eyes closed lightly and her lips still hanging in the air, puckered up for more. He laughed lightly and placed his finger tip to the middle. Which signaled something to her. His touch wasn't as normal.
He's hiding something.
Not even trying to think she was direct in her approach and he knew it.
"What's wrong?" she questioned with her expression as not had it had been a second ago.
He sighed deeply. She was definitely too quick on knowing what was wrong with him. And he being too obvious about something being wrong. So it was now or never, he couldn't put it off any further. She was sure to find out with or without his knowledge. Though he didn't want her finding out through sources that only wanted to see her hurt. Those same individuals who created the mess she was sometimes stuck in. The problems she sometimes faced, and the reason on why he would have to leave her.
"It's like this…." he began as he took her hand and walked over to a nearby bench. He seated her first and before he continued he took the ponytail her hair was currently in and let it hang loose.
"Ahh," he sighed, "this is how I always want to remember you. Now and forever, no matter what happens to, I don't ever won't to forget this moment…."
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Waking her from her dream had been the loud cloud of thunder that kept on being persistent. It wanted to see her break. It wanted her to lose all willpower. Like so many others wanted to see her fall.
Why am I resisting
And looking back to the lighthouse, she no longer thought of any reason why there had been a wait to begin with. There stood the answer for her. It had been so simple and yet she hadn't noticed it before. Her eyes brightened suspiciously and she was struck with a new found hope.
Looking to the sky. Where the clouds still stay thick and murky like big blobs of slime slithering it's way across the dusk sky. She smiled to it and for one quick second she saw the sun, or so she thought before she uttered to it, "You win"……
Chapter 1
Staring out the dark windows once again at the violent tides lap and gash at the rocks to the lighthouse. Pounding and throwing their monstrous punches, fiercely knocking any wind that lay on the rocks to opposing directions. Angrier than normal, this is how the tide had become this particular afternoon.
Sun lie hidden under all the dark clouds. So heavy and full of unshed tears. Painful and agonizing rain drops would soon touch base with the ground. But it waited patiently. As so did the sun, never shining as bright as it did the last day . Warm tender kisses from the suns' penetrating ray. Lacing sweet butterfly touches on the body. Caressing cool winds from the east added for the perfect climate. Never had there been a time when one became too hot or too cool… never too much of anything. There was always the right portion of what was needed to survive.
Licking there dry lips roughly to add what moisture still remained inside their parched mouth. Sudden wave of hunger had overcame the spirit. The thought of the sun and the laughter that once filled those days came relapsing to the mind. As kind as the gestures may have been, the pain written on them had not yet escaped a tortured mind of sorrow.
Still the rain lay held heavily in the gray-black clouds. It waited patiently for the destruction of what lay left of the crushed body of their low vital signed soul. It didn't look good but nor did the thought of surrendering become evident either.
Sitting perched on the window, with the head leaning onto the sill of the window staring to the outside blankly. Nothing was registering as to what was occurring outside as it had once done so earlier. Everything vanished and the mind went off into it's own world of sight.
Seeing only what it wanted to see. Knowing what it only wanted to know. And feeling the emotion it only wanted to be felt. So would the memories that acknowledged the criteria set truly, begin to take flight
With slow movement to the arm, they extended their balled up hand to the level of the face. Then releasing the tensioned grasp and letting the fingers unfold to a curved form to rub the rough texture of an once smooth skin that now became what was one of many of their hellish features.
Back and forth motions as if trying to remember something. In contemplation of what was there or really hadn't been there. A figment to the imagination of pure silliness. How could one drum of such dreadful thoughts. Even if one's mind allowed the prosperous thing to take place, how would it ever become of reality. It was too unobtainable and not spoken. Such thought that would be uttered of this extent could cause serious injury to how he or she may be looked upon.
Do I care?
Such feelings such as that one is what was the question. Had they not cared, why did they live in the world that knew nothing but of money, power, money, greed, and more money. Sighing out to the listening walls, the shadowing furniture, and any present to what was known as misery.
Misery was the company to the lonely and the relative of depression. They on the other had fitted right along in the group of unwanted emotion but still came to the brightest of all. It took control of their life, and blinded their mind. Things once clear were confusing. Actions once easily handled were difficult task to the sulked victim of what was their health.
A clasp of thunder awakened them from their daze. And once again had they been turned back to the thunderous waves. The raw emotion of mother nature's hurt. She was in pain for some unknown reason and like them held in their tears for a better purpose as if all would finally be over with when one would sprinkle the ground or meet the bare mouth of crust. Apparently the licking from earlier had already done to it what was had been evident upon happening.
With that said, the theory could have also been applied to happiness. It would only last for a short will before it too would tire of what it became accustomed to and vanish as it hadn't once never been there. Thinking back to the night when last words weren't the problem, the awful thought of a last time seeing each other had been.
--------
Jogging her usual night path in the woods she slowed down as she approached their spot. Having been in these woods for most of her life, she knew she need not to fear of any danger. Except for the occasional stocker or two that only would use her for ransom before her family would willingly give them the money no comments made and she would be returned. Hell, sometimes she just did it for fun just so that she could score a few thousands for when and him took trips just to get away.
Then a rustle came from her left side. She turned slowly and met up with the familiar eyes of her boyfriend. Her one and only first love, there could never be another like him, never.
He walked slowly to her and took in her beauty and smiled deeply but then his gaze dropped at what would come next. For now, he wouldn't let it interfere with his emotion though or how things were just perfect at this moment.
Exhaling and blushing at the intense glare he gave her, she couldn't help but think of this moment being unforgettable. It felt different somehow but it felt it would be a great beginning for something. Yet she didn't know of what would the significance of this usual encounter had really held.
"Hey.." she began.
"Shshhh, I want to see something" he said stepping in front of her. And looking down to her, he held her arm in each of his hands and lowered his head to kiss her. A light one at first then he parted her lips and stopped when he realized what was it he was really supposed to be doing. He sucked her upper lip, then moved to the bottom and hung a low position until all flavor had been gone.
"That's my wild cherry" he smiled to her. She on the other hand still had her eyes closed lightly and her lips still hanging in the air, puckered up for more. He laughed lightly and placed his finger tip to the middle. Which signaled something to her. His touch wasn't as normal.
He's hiding something.
Not even trying to think she was direct in her approach and he knew it.
"What's wrong?" she questioned with her expression as not had it had been a second ago.
He sighed deeply. She was definitely too quick on knowing what was wrong with him. And he being too obvious about something being wrong. So it was now or never, he couldn't put it off any further. She was sure to find out with or without his knowledge. Though he didn't want her finding out through sources that only wanted to see her hurt. Those same individuals who created the mess she was sometimes stuck in. The problems she sometimes faced, and the reason on why he would have to leave her.
"It's like this…." he began as he took her hand and walked over to a nearby bench. He seated her first and before he continued he took the ponytail her hair was currently in and let it hang loose.
"Ahh," he sighed, "this is how I always want to remember you. Now and forever, no matter what happens to, I don't ever won't to forget this moment…."
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Waking her from her dream had been the loud cloud of thunder that kept on being persistent. It wanted to see her break. It wanted her to lose all willpower. Like so many others wanted to see her fall.
Why am I resisting
And looking back to the lighthouse, she no longer thought of any reason why there had been a wait to begin with. There stood the answer for her. It had been so simple and yet she hadn't noticed it before. Her eyes brightened suspiciously and she was struck with a new found hope.
Looking to the sky. Where the clouds still stay thick and murky like big blobs of slime slithering it's way across the dusk sky. She smiled to it and for one quick second she saw the sun, or so she thought before she uttered to it, "You win"……
