An authors hail and farewells

Yasmin and Honey

She was the girl with the book under her arm, hair thrown in a loose bun and lips sealed shut, her gaze would lower as soon as someone set sight on her. She always smelled like Yasmin and her hands fiddling with her sleeves. He was the boy who never missed a chance to spoke up, he would carry around old bags and a pen in the right pocket of his navy-blue school blazer, elbows patched and ink stains on the sleeves of the white dress shirt. He would pour masses of honey in his tea as if the amount of the sugary taste would sweeten the world for him. His chin was always tilted high and he walked like he didnt care who owned the world. Both of them never new, but I tell you, coincidence and fate are a metaphor not half the worth of their lives, or more of the story how their lives always almost crossed, how they nearly met and how they maybe had discovered how similar they actually were. Now let me tell you something before I continue, what you assume now is wrong, it is something I made you believe and nothing you choose yourself, it's something society has taught you over years. You expect them to be polar opposites, a love story, and I swear that I would prefer this too, but the fresh cuts on both of their wrists forbid me to assume this. The reason they didnt found out, never met, never shared their paths is the reason why this story wont go on, or if you want to see it this way, never really starts. To be honest, this is really sad, you will never get the chance to see the world through their eyes, never get to fall in love with them over the course of the story and never let any tears leave your eyes because their lives ended tragic. For me this is unbelievably sad, as someone who creates all those people in her head, I want you desperately to meet every single one, but when they dont meet, I cant do anything else than watch a wonderful story, an opportunity to change one's view of the world, slips through my fingers like sand on the beach. Maybe if they return one day, this will be a different story, a story of an unrequired love, a complicated decision or the chance of a lifetime. But for now, they are gone. Leaving me with nothing but a fading memory of their story, their appearance, the ways their voice sounded, without a goodbye. So, I decided, if I cant write their story, I will at least write their goodbyes and their farewells. Now I remember, they didnt even leave me their names, so I just say hail and farewell, Yasmin and Honey.

A/N: okay so this was really hard to write because I am not a really emotional person but i hope i could bring over the vibe. love y'all