I just finished AP exams so if this story seems to be different from my previous chapters, its because I'm thinking on a higher level of narration.
Something more…..distant. In a poetic sense.
Can you find the deeper meaning, I wonder.
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They loved each other. Love deeper than the farthest reaches of the oceans floor, higher than the sun's peek. Pure and forbidden love. They were not allowed to meet, to know the other's very existence. They had met by chance and by fate torn apart.
She had promised to see him again, just as he promised her he would wait- until they would be together again as one.
They would not let each other go, not to time itself.
Soft hues of gold and red, raining and falling free around the world of autumn. Winter is coming, he can tell- he's always been able to tell.
Staring out into the afterglow of the setting sun, casting it's rays of faded gold and brown; a shadow of a man steps out of the coverage the scarce amounts of trees gives him.
He is searching, watching and ever aware of the world and it's creatures- night is close but still a shimmer of sun remains. It hurts him, but he can not draw away, not when the light feels like hot breath on his skin.
He can not leave, not until she comes to see him. She promised- she always does and each time she comes. Always.
The pitter patter of light feet on death rings in his well toned ears and he draws back into the trees, watching.
It is a girl, a young raven haired girl with large innocent purple eyes, she's beautiful. She always is, he notices with a smile.
The girl stops in the middle of the opened space, surrounded by sparse golden trees, she smiles and twirls in a circle, stretching her arms out trying to catch the ever falling leaves of old russet and dead burgundy. Death dances at her feet as melancholy glooms ahead, she doesn't seem to notice. Or rather, doesn't care.
He smiles, it's just like her. She's different yes, but always there is something that remains the same, something that always remains hers alone- like no other before or after her.
She stops and listens to the hollow wind whispering her secrets to anyone who bothers to listen, caressing the girl as he would- like a lover, she smiles and once more begins to dance on death when her attention is drawn to a shadow from the edge of her eyes.
He watching silently, behind his cover as the girl looks at him. Through him, rather, and slowly almost cautiously the girl steps towards a plain looking tree, thin and old. Something about it draws her….yearns for her to look and see.
When her attention is drawn from the gold and brown, towards the park, to her family.
She always cherished them above all else. The girl runs to the ones calling her, her small back fading from his view.
He watches as she disappears once more, and he knows he must wait again. Until she comes back, one day.
She promised she would and she always keeps her word. Always. And so he steps back into the thin shadow of gold and brown and red, until the day comes when he can finally take her as his, until the day he no longer will have to wait.
She will come again, just as she always had centuries long ago.
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Me- I think this one was beautiful don't you? If anyone can see the deeper meaning of this chapter then by all means tell me and I'll see if any were right!
And! If you are right, then as a prize the next chapter will be based/dedicated to you! As in you tell me your idea and I'll write it out in your honor!
So do please read and review!
