Chapter 52
Marines POV
Im struggling to breathe without tearing up. Common Marine just inhale and exhale, you can do it. Be strong, you ARE strong. I am able to hold in my tears a bit, though it feels like there is a storm inside of me, slowly demolishing my insides. This is too overwhelming. This was supposed to be my night, and now, it feels like a haze.
I feel so confused, like a cloud is just drifting me into this after party. I feel everything and nothing all at the same time, and I don’t even know how that is possible.
I walk into the door of the house and it seems like most of the gang is here. The room is buzzing, people are laughing, talking, a drink in their hand, but I feel so isolated.
“Marine you’re here!” I hear a voice say, but I just walk by to where the drinks are. I grab a glass of wine at the bar and take a big gulp. I hate wine, but I love the way it burns in my throat right now.
Its just what I need, to be a bit reckless for once in my life, im tired of always doing the right thing.
“Marine! What is going on with you? Are you-“ I hear Electra say,
“I’m fine, I just- I just need to be alone. Please-just please let me be.” And I walk away to I don’t know where, just trying to find a balcony, to breathe alone, in silence. I head up the wooden stairs quickly and find a balcony already opened, with a few people on it, chatting quietly.
I take another gulp of my wine, and swallow it forcefully. I exhale and walk to rest my elbows on the edge of a brick ledge, and stare into the New York cityscape. I try to stop thinking about last five minutes.
I cant.
But I pretend I can. Maybe then it will become a reality.
“Sorry, excuse me?” An unfamiliar voice pops up from behind me. I turn around to see a petite Asian woman, which I soon realize is one of my favorite poets, Shinji Moon.
“Oh my God, wow, hi, are you? Yup you are-“ Shinji laughs and walks closer to me, offering me her hand.
“Yes I am Shinji Moon, and you must be Marine Westfall, I just wanted to say that I really enjoyed your poetry reading, and basically all your poems that you displayed. I don’t know, but out of all the writers you where able to convey emotion in such a raw and fragmented way, like you just spit words from one stanza to the other; you really know what its like to feel confused and overwhelmed with emotion. You reminded me of a time I was going through with a boyfriend, you are fantastic.”
My heart stops, “Thank you” is all I can say.
“So why are you out here?” Shinji asks, “There are people looking for you everywhere, people as in publishers. But you are here, alone, drinking wine.”
“I am kind of my poem right now.” I sadly laugh at myself,
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