Drabble Twenty Five
Good as gold that's how I'll remember you and your eyes of delta blue
A bright flame of red hair stood out defiantly against drizzling rain.
The city was gray today.
Usually it was a gorgeous metallic silver that Gingka loved.
But today it was merely a flat gray.
Perhaps it would stay that way forever.
She was gone.
Perhaps forever.
She had boarded a flight and left him, Gingka—her best friend—behind.
She had boarded a flight with him.
Gingka didn't know where the flight was taking her. Where she was going.
He only knew that she was gone.
And nothing would ever be the same again.
Here I stay if I wasn't so afraid I would chase her down tonight.
A/N: Hey guys…it's me. I'm back? Hahaha…yeah it's been a while hasn't it? Does anyone even still read my stuff? Is anyone even interested in it anymore? I think I'm going to rewrite The Flip Side. Anyone on board with that, maybe? Sorry for my long absence, please forgive me? I offer a thousand apologies and one million internet cookies to you all if you accept them. My strong suit has always been baking. It feels food to be back again. The italics quotes at the beginning and end are property of The Apache Relay (song: Good As Gold). They're great, check them out if you like Indie Folk music.
Much love,
Chaos
P.S. More Gingka angst…sorry 'bout that.