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This is a little different than my usual style, but I think it's intruiging. Read it and tell me what you think. Again future Evo, possible future anyway...
Tears fell easily from her eyes, her heart was broken and there was nothing that could mend it, not anymore, only him. She wanted to be stronger, she wanted to hold them back, but her eyes stung if she did not let them fall, so she saw no point in resisting…
What was love if it was only one sided? Could it still be true love? Or was it a fickle pretence? And if it was, why did it hurt so much in the aftermath?
Her heart cried as it strained against her chest, striving almost to break out of her body and fall to the floor. The pain was unimaginable, yet she felt numb, void of everything but hurt and pain… her tears now fell slower, but steadier, her eyes wide and unblinking, her face showed no expression, though her eyes were red and puffy from the tears already shed.
The streaks of moisture left by trails of tiny drops of agony left as a reminder of lost love. Love, she scorned in her own mind, deep, unchanging, irrational, illogical, passionate, eternal love. What love such as this could cause such pain…?
Goosebumps danced up and down her skin, as her body began to calm, hitched breathing returning to normal and acceptance, harsh, horrid acceptance, setting in. Closing her eyes again she took a deep breath and tried to concentrate on the better times, but all she got was his face as he told her and the words echoing around her, telling her what she didn't want to hear, the words that she had been waiting to hear all that time, hoping they wouldn't come.
Her arms wrapped around herself and her hair was tangled from her fingers running through it in a haphazard way. The lips he had kissed her goodbye on were bright red and trembling, flushed from words called between the sobs that had wracked her body. Her hands were grazed after she had fallen to the floor, trying to stop the world spinning out of her control. Her legs were weaker than they had ever been and she was alone… No wound hurt more than that one. She was alone.
He braced himself as the wind stung against his eyes and tried to drag his coat open to blow its bitterness into his body. Daggers were already digging into his heart, pain unimaginable. He had spoken without remorse, she had believed him fully, but his strength almost gave as he saw her tears, as he felt his own heart break deep within his chest…
Turning into his home, his refuge, the place that had so almost been theirs, he sank to the floor and gave in. Wet spread over his cheeks as he clenched his eyes closed, trying to stop himself, failing and hurting more each second.
What was love if it had to end? Why couldn't it overcome all odds? Why were such glorious pictures painted and everyday tragedies forgotten in the midst of yet another whirlwind romance? Why should it be them to end…?
He had loved, still loved, but his heart no longer beat in his body. It was stone, protected from the world, broken in many pieces and hidden from those who would use it as weakness. Love could not survive all, love could not conquer everything…
The others could no longer tease, they could no longer make fun of him for the girl he loved. For he no longer had her at his side and she no longer believed he loved her. Life would go on, life would continue without their loving, and she could find another. But he would remain alone. She was his one, his only and his lost. They couldn't have lasted, not with things how they were, not in this world. No, he would be alone, as he was now.
His hands rolled into fists, then loosened, no longer could they save him. His eyes opened and he stared ahead, focusing on the memory of her face when he had walked away. Pain stabbed at him again and a dry sob escaped his throat, causing him to tilt his head back and press it into the wall behind him, scrunching his eyes shut again. This was what he had done. This was how it would be from now on. And he was to face it alone.
Together they were one, apart they were nothing. A choice made by doubts, two hearts broken by pressure, three chances lay ahead. Easy as one, two, three… Or is it…?
Jean Grey – fiery, loving, strong, passionate, intelligent, devoted. She is everything a man would desire, with a free spirit to match her free red hair and mischief to match the sparkle in her emerald green eyes. Her lips warm and soft, tantalising and hypnotising any who spoke to her and a quick pink tongue to catch the unaware out and a flash of white teeth that showed when she spoke, teased or cried.
Her laugh was one that carried and infected any who passed, bringing happiness and light to even the darkest and loneliest of places. Her voice was one that held enchantment, bewitching and ensnaring the listener, whilst being clear and uplifting; a voice for speaking, for carrying words that the world should hear, for telling the world of the dream that one man had – one of peace and brotherhood, of understanding and acceptance.
The body of this woman could not be matched or surpassed by even a goddess, toned and tanned, lean yet muscular, and the grace that she possessed only heightened the effect of an untouchable, perfect woman. One who could love, one who could fight, one who would never give up and one who would be content with nothing but perfection.
None knew that she had found perfection, and lost it. She had given up fighting and could no longer love. Her eyes that once shone had dimmed, the heart that could beat for a thousand lives had been stilled. Her laugh had grown dusty from disuse and her smile was merely a façade. Her life was emptier than a vast desert plain and all from the loss of one man.
Scott Summers – quiet, determined, leader, lover, shy, devoted. He is all a woman asks for in her prayers at night, with a heart to beat in time with hers and shoulders to carry all their problems that he would take willingly. His eyes forever hidden by ruby-rose glasses, but his smile one that makes hearts skip a beat and make breaths catch.
His soft voice was listened to by any, gentle yet firm, guiding yet open, leaving the listener waiting for his next word and remembering how he pronounced it, how his lips moved to form the words and yet have no power unless he said them. His laugh was rare and exciting, rich and honest, displaying emotion that he could never show with his eyes and emotion he strived to hide from the world lest it backfire and hurt anyone.
Any movement he made was fluid and flawless, agility that he seemed, on face value, not to have. Muscular and slim, he made more than one heart flutter and radiated a warmth that seemed too good to be true. Indeed if anyone reached out, it was gone. It gave the impression of yearning, knowing there would be one woman that could reach and pull him from himself.
None knew that he had had such a woman at his side once. One that had seen and felt and loved all of him. But he had lost her. His smiles were no longer seen and his laugh was rarer than a dodo egg. The strength remained, but inside he was torn apart, weaker than an infant. His life was meaningless and led to an inevitable end.
Months pass between them, memories haunt them and yet they do not realise how important they are. Two hearts never healed, neither making the step that could save them both…
In the beginning neither wanted to be the first to admit it. She was his best friend. She could never push beyond that. What she felt was friendship, a deep friendship, nothing more. She dated a jock, she was popular, athletic, safe. She was different, yet the same. It was all okay.
He dated and her life began to fall apart. She hid it, she hid the fears that she had begun to realise. She hid that she felt more than friendship for him and she kept dating the jock so he would never find out. She couldn't lie… Things changed.
Others found out she was different and without the popular, overbearing jock boyfriend, she was cast out. But so was he, he no longer dated the popular girl that made him fit in. He was different with her. They stood together and overcame. Life was good.
Her feelings deepened and frightened her, he might not feel the same. Every time she saw him it was painful not to hold him or tell him how much she felt. Avoiding him hurt more though, without him in her day, that whole day was wasted, bleak, empty. He felt the same and sealed it with a kiss. The world was wonderful.
School ended, they began to work together. Their love was stronger and deeper. Nothing could come between them, not a single thing could prevent their love overcoming all the odds. Forever didn't seem like far away.
He ended it.
Life ended the moment the words passed his lips…
They had been friends since he arrived that day, since she had said hello, there had been something between them. He felt it, he knew, but she seemed not to recognise it and he kept it to himself. But they were alike, together, friends. It would all be okay.
School had made them separate. Different, separate crowds with similar tastes. He was like her, athletic and attractive, he dated a popular girl as revenge for her leaving him for a jock. His feeling for her never changed, but he tried to bury them… They shone through.
When she finished with the jock, when she revealed she never loved the boy she dated, he had hope. His feelings wouldn't be restrained. He lost the girl who he had tried to replace her with. He didn't care, he was in love and he knew it. He bit his tongue.
Fear kept him from telling her, but every day he would see her and his heart would pound. He would smile more and his life would brighten. She hid from him and his pain knew no limits, she came back and his love knew none. He kissed her and sparks flew. Love blossomed.
They grew up and remained connected. They grew wiser and understood each other more. Their souls matched and intertwined, their hearts were shared. They were one. Soul mates - the perfect pair. Love beyond all expectations and dreams.
Something changed.
There was no way out and no way back but it was so right it was wrong…
Too good to be true, yet true it was, the lives of the pair changed forever. Wanting, craving; fighting then losing faith. Talking to save them, could it have worked…?
Life jumps up at us when we least expect it. She never expected to be a doctor and a teacher. She expected to be a teacher, a wife and mother, but without him, that option was gone…
Now she was a speaker, a protector, socially adept, wanted by many, living away from friends and family. Her life was one of glamour and marvellous things, full of handsome men, rich friends and high office. Being a doctor was simple, but being a world-renown one was more complex. Especially if the rich, famous and handsome men were chasing your every move, not to mention the women that wanted your friendship.
She hoped everyday when she rose that she would receive a letter, a call, a visit from him. Everyday when the men and women craved her autograph she looked for the flash of light reflecting from ruby-rose glasses. Everyday she was disappointed.
Sometimes changes happen too fast, and good situations change. He was a leader, respected and loved, he expected to lose it all, lose everything like he had before, but he had had hope. He had had a dream and had been loved.
Now he was a pilot, training in the armed forces, away from everything he knew, unable to think of anything beyond his task until lights out when he was so exhausted that he had no chance to think. But she haunted his dreams, and her face drifted in front of his eyes until the heaviness took over.
He couldn't imagine life without her entirely, though he was hidden and without her. She would never find him here, never would she think to look there. Everyday he looked for a surprise, a miracle and a swish of red hair, a pair of emerald green eyes. Everyday he was disappointed.
They wanted the past to be the present. They needed to turn back time. But time was one thing that would never be on their side, but perhaps fate would... Only time would tell
There you have it. Things are bad... They're apart... But time will tell if it stays that way. Review and find out if time heals all...
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