The Loneliness, He craved!

Fallen leaves

"And it was the day, when her silence shok each realm, the moon forgot it's scars, the positivity radiating off the sun vanished, tears fell off the sky. The clouds mourned, for the boy was dead,
The man she loved her entire life was dead!"
The quote ended releasing a sigh off her lips. Exhausted, she stayed, longer then expected. Rising on her feet, she felt the roughness of cruelty, casing it back to the corner owned by great books, moreover dead realities. She remembers reading, eyes hold a world of their owns. But to her eyes the world was destroyed with no redemption. Turning her back, her aimless strides followed the way out of the wanted graveyard...a place where people enjoys with their souls gone long ago. Nonetheless, she walked out, the same book was tore out of its place by a rough yet gentle touch. Flicking through the pages, he was familiarised of the touch the death had felt seconds ago. The similar, which held roughness of the world yet the death accepts it, soothing her. He couldn't help but feel anxious with the sound every flick made. The lifeless seems, to hold more soulfulness than any piece of instrument could. And it stopped, for a longer while. His eyes caught something, even the death would be petrified of, yet it holds those, bringing them grace of its own.
"Yet she texts him everyday, with a hope, the death bed would let him reply back!", her words read as.
As if the lifeless page had cried, the unfamiliar burning turned the peace into suffocation. It was sin to stand there but he couldn't help, feel a sin bigger inside, the sin of loving! His hands trembled, yet they never did. Placing it back, he couldn't hold it anymore. The uneasiness stretched, holding him tight. What bad might have she done, to settle all griefs within herself! He knew her! yes he did! Still she was unrecognisable. Pulling his hairs out of frustration, he rushed out of the school. The path was unfamiliar, but he couldn't do anymore rather than following her behind. She was as dull as a leaf fallen, yet the beauty she holds sprawl warmth. A red rose was held by her and he doubted if the flower were to scream at her, for being so numb. She walks the same path every night, the same colour cherish her, but she would care less. As the way felt shorter and shorter, inhaling every breath felt even more difficult. He stopped but she kept on walking. None would want to visit a place such, but she stood there, at a graveyard. Gently placing the rose, she made herself space. She was as a corpse, hit her and she would never utter a word. The sorrows had killed her over, staining her eyes with despair. For it wasn't the first time, him witnessing all, still he would feel bad, even worse, still he had no reason to feel such or did he? The world around her, seems to never stop spinning in joy but she was dead to all comforts. Little did he knew, she had dug herself alive in a corner. As any mortal, one would scream, even curse but she chooses silence..! forcing him to think what curse would have she laid upon, to die at an age, so young! And the answer seems to never please him. His eyes darted at the girl and then the grave, she had buried herself for, AIDEN BLACK!!

The weeks coming were nothing but similar to the days she lived, the only thing that altered were her senses of living. It kept on draining and exhausting. She had no reason to keep on surviving yet looking for a reason to quit felt even harder. Spending few hours reading, her heart wouldn't t feel any..so she would read and read until a single emotion would showcase. The sky out growled at the growing winds, swaying itself, snatching very memory out of clouds, fragrance of leaves out of raged trees. Turning even darker, the clouds cried at the phase of separation. Small scent of books and knowledge welcomed her. Walking to sad romance genre, her fingers grazed the book out of its bed. Bringing herself near the window, she flipped over the chapters she've read which made her wonder how broken could the author be? Her eyes rested at the page when the clouds growled, throwing thunder, bringing eyes to the room.
"The world seems abit dull yet lively enough, my eyes are bleached, but determined enough to not quit, the droplets feel one on other, bringing me the joy you took away...... Oh sweet Aaron, beseech me, for I feel like moving on!", the quote ended and she couldn't help herself but laugh at the foolishness. Instantly searching for a pen, she ended up scratching,