A/N: Hey guys! I'm back with something a little more moody, hope you like it!
The wind blew cold that night. A tired and bitter wave of air making its way from three states across. It seemed to be following her. A frigid blast as she sat alone in a small apartment that seemed too big in a city full of people feeling so so alone.
She shivered. The bitterness, the anger seemed to seep into the cracks in the insulation and she felt the pinprick of tears for the fifth time that day.
It just didn't make sense. One plus one equals two, so how did she end up with zero?
She pulled the blanket closer, the wind wasn't letting up.
It was simple right? Girl likes boy. Boy likes girl. Boy and girl end up together. Except it didn't. And they never even got the chance. Maybe it was because they didn't know for sure, or maybe it was because they were too scared to try, or maybe it simply didn't.
Love really was a misunderstanding between two fools. Fools who didn't, couldn't, clear up the misunderstanding.
Maybe then she wouldn't be in the dark surrounded by light.
The room in orange in the glow of streetlights and the window is closed but she feels that wind through her hair as if it were yesterday.
A kinder, warmer, softer wind that blew her hair as she ran, hand in hand, with the guy she loved through the streets of a small town.
The big city was probably much too crowded for that kind of thing.
The big city also didn't have him, so there wasn't much of a point in trying.
The memory does little to ease her, the loss of warmth just reminds her how cold she is now.
It's his fault. He's the one who didn't try. Who couldn't bother to try. She would have. Hell, in a way she did. And that's how she fell. Fell into a misunderstanding between two fools.
But he, he was just so afraid. So afraid of getting hurt. So convinced that he didn't need her. Didn't need anybody. So cautious. Every word, every action. Too bad he slipped. Slipped and fell. And too bad his caution didn't slip far enough to look past the fear.
He had been the hurricane, the tornado, with million miles per hour winds that went to the beat of her heart and she was the wake of destruction he'd left behind.
So here she is. With the knowledge of what was, and the thoughts of what could have been. And she'll never know. She knows that too.
The wind blows again, still harsh, still cold. She just holds the blankets tighter and rides it out. One day it'll let up. One day it'll be a pleasant breeze. One day…she can only hope.
A/N: So what did you think? Did you like it? It was mostly an atmosphere practice on my part, but also there is a message here. Sometimes everything goes right and things still don't work out. Timing is everything and sometimes the timing just doesn't allow for something. And that's just how life is. We must move on from it.
That's what this piece was about, just a little snippet of life not at its best. But hold on to hope. Always hold on to hope.
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