the pain of losing someone to another is one of the worst kinds.
the rain falls from the sky,
she tilts her head to peer up at the cloudy morning. the day had just begun but already she wished it were over. for so many nights she had dreamed of a day like this one; black skies and raindrops that seem to wet your heart. pitter patter. pitter patter. she quickens her pace, afraid she'll miss him. the streets are empty and all she can hear is the music in her ears and the whispers in her mind. pick me. choose me. love me. pick me. choose me. love me. her heart begins to race, matching the raindrops on the sidewalk. pitter patter. pitter patter. the rain seemed to get heavier with every step she took. with a deep breath, she turned the corner and there he was. he stood beneath the canopy just outside, his hair wet from the rain. she smiled. he turned his head, looking for her. she called his name but she was too far away. then, wait.
who's she?
he turned to HER and gave her the same smile that made her own knees weak.
she turned away, glad of the rain as a single tear rolled down her cheek.
then she was gone.
Short story by Caoimhe Murphy
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Written on 2008-03-23 at 13:59
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Rain.
the rain falls from the sky,
she tilts her head to peer up at the cloudy morning. the day had just begun but already she wished it were over. for so many nights she had dreamed of a day like this one; black skies and raindrops that seem to wet your heart. pitter patter. pitter patter. she quickens her pace, afraid she'll miss him. the streets are empty and all she can hear is the music in her ears and the whispers in her mind. pick me. choose me. love me. pick me. choose me. love me. her heart begins to race, matching the raindrops on the sidewalk. pitter patter. pitter patter. the rain seemed to get heavier with every step she took. with a deep breath, she turned the corner and there he was. he stood beneath the canopy just outside, his hair wet from the rain. she smiled. he turned his head, looking for her. she called his name but she was too far away. then, wait.
who's she?
he turned to HER and gave her the same smile that made her own knees weak.
she turned away, glad of the rain as a single tear rolled down her cheek.
then she was gone.
Short story by Caoimhe Murphy
Read 641 times
Written on 2008-03-23 at 13:59
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