The Fight Between True Love

The Cold Desolate Graveyard

"The girl followed the voice into the cold lonely darkness.

While she crept ever slowly towards it, she wondered silently to herself. 'is this worth leaving Ronald?'
As she approached the dark darkness, she began to shiver in the ever lasting midnight air. The alleyway was much more crowded and slick than she had imagined. Before long she began to stumble, and panic, for she no longer heard the angelic, masculine voice. She placed her monstrous foot on a exceptionally slippery patch of concrete and watched as the world flipped underneath her. When her face was about to make shattering contact with the cold desolate concrete, she felt warm flesh wrap around her waist.

The girls exceptionally small mind, could not grasp what was happening, whilst she attempted to steal the smallest glance towards her saviour she felt a basketball sized hand wrap around her mouth. Before she managed to direct her head towards the mysterious person and gaze at their face, she heard the beautiful voice.
"You mustn't talk."

She asked him quizzically puzzled. "why?" But he replied with no reply. He simply turned and stared from where the girl had came, blankly.
The girl accepted his reply and when told to follow him, she obeyed silently, and they began to walk side by side, into the crumbling, jet black alleyway.

After what had felt like hours, but was merely minutes, the mysterious man stopped, and stared blankly at an old gloomy, desolate, unwelcoming, eery, musty, dusty, gloomy, misty, welcoming, grave yard.

The girl watched, confused at their destination. She managed the courage and asked. "Why are we here."

The man turns his head around, slowly, and stares blankly at the girl. This continues for 2 gruelling minutes, until finally the girl asks once more. "Why have you brought me here?"

The mans angelic voice answers, solemnly. "My parents died here.."

The girl covers her mouth, dramatically, trying to consume her scream. She stares weakly at the grave stones, cold and bleak. Yet no matter how hard she looked, she could not, for the minuscule life of her, find the grave stones, of the mans parents. But then she remembers, she knows not their names!!

Snapping her out of her daze, was the mans squeaking voice. "You will not find them here."

The girl turns around, and stares at him blankly. In her eyes she is asking him, why?

The man, reading her eyes, answers. "For they died here, yet were buried in the grave yard across the street."

The girl stared blankly at the grave stones, only now realizing that life was short, and meaningless, then she wondered. Would her dear Ronald out live her? Or would she outlive him? She stares at the grave stones once more, and wonders to herself ' could any of these one day be my dear Ronald? '
She begins to hopelessly try to holdback tears, to stop her face water overflowing. A strong wind begins to blow, adding to the dramatic, and lonely scene. Once the girl thinks she is alone in this cold desolate world, the man speaks to her, like a shining light, in the deep lonely darkness.
"the ground is cold and desolate, jump into my arms, I shall protect you!"

The girl smiles weakly, and stretches out her arms, begging to jump into his arms, she bends her knees and nearly cracks them, into cold desolate shards. Then, she jumps, but painfully the man fails to catch her, and she falls onto his lumbering body.

They stare at each other blankly, still on the cold desolate ground, and begin to furiously make out.
While making out, the girl gets too passionate, and cannot contain her hormones as she bites off the mans tongue. The man stares at her blankly, as crimson blood lines her teeth, he watches as she swallows it, and smiles. The man smiles back and through his gargling tone says. "Good one."