The rain, steadily plops into the soggy ground. I can almost imagine it 1
dripping down, through to your silent, sleeping face below. It's a horrid 2
image, and it makes my body shake all the more. My tears are confused with 3
the rain drops and I lift one had to swipe at them, wishing they were all 4
raindrops and this pain I feel could be washed from me. The hand I drag 5
roughly across my face has left an imprint in the dirt, a perfect 6
hand print, like the ones we made that afternoon while we were painting the 7
kitchen walls. But the ground is soggy, and with more water added, the 8
print dissolves into the mud. It reminds me of your smile.9
We were, one day sitting outside at the little cafe on the corner. It was 10
a daring move, we tried to stay out of sight after that one man had a go 11
about us. You were laughing and smiling, you looking so pretty with your 12
eyes shining, so bright. And they were shining for me, all for me, and I 13
swear you'd sprouted wings, like a pixie waiting to take flight. And then 14
you saw, how they shook their heads and whispered. How many glares we were 15
given, all I was doing was holding your hand and your smile melted from 16
your face, and the lights in your eyes died out, your wings crumpled and 17
all the beautiful imagery I was imagining vanished and I saw what they 18
did. A love story, told by sinners and those bound to the devil.19
I remember, how on the day you couldn't hold on anymore you'd stopped 20
crying. You were just so ragged and washed away, you couldn't cry anymore. 21
You came to see me, but the words got stuck and I watched you slip away 22
from my door. They found you, not too long after and they seemed sad to 23
tell me you were gone. You had died. Those words still sound strange to 24
me, like they aren't fully real.25
And kneeling here, beside your grave, knowing I need to let you go, 26
knowing I need to move on and knowing that its going to take me a very 27
long time to get past this place, where time had left me. What makes them 28
say we were wrong. What makes love wrong, when the two of us could feel 29
it, coursing through our bodies with such strength? And yet here I am, 30
without you, my pixie turned angel, all cause of something they said was 31
wrong. And you couldn't bear to hold on, and I was a coward to make you, 32
to keep you when I knew you hurt so badly.33
Author notes
Hidden meanings in this...This is what happens when people are too blind to see love as love. They see it as unnatural, as strange, as a sin but they have no idea of the circumstances inside the relationships. There are plenty of different types of relationships that are frowned upon, this one is not specific to any particular type.
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Wow E i didn't know you wrote like this. This is freaking awesome. well i have to go get my report card of doom.
Love you dearest sister
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Well done!
This was good. Very interesting and meaningful. It is sad.... Well done. It was a really good peice to read. -
This is perfect. The first time I read it I cried and I'm still cry everytime that I read it. This is an amazing story I want to thank you so much for entering my contest.
-Miranda
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That was absolutely amazing. I am now officially a fan.
Seriously, that made ME cry. That's quite the feat!! You're great! -
OK, last intentional read for the night, then I'm off to do my homework.
I must admit that I'm still in near tears after reading it again, but at least I'm able to comment, to write, to think. This story is so filled with emotion that it's actually ripping at me. This entire story is so gripping, really pulling me through it... It's one of the stories where I almost feel like I don't want to read on, I don't want to know what happens... yet I do, and it pulls me through it, dragging me through the emotions. I am helpless.
This is how this piece makes me feel... there's so much power behind it, hiding between the lines. I'm in awe.
This is amazing, I can't say anything more.
Christina
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