Stories

My Greatest Piece

 Many would say that the creations I make everyday are amazing, beautiful. That none of the pieces of works have no flaws in them at all. Others would say that there were so many flaws in those pictures, sculptures, the stories they say, that they couldn't look at the them, read them, unless they were to puke. Some people don't even dare to pay attention to any of it, not caring a single bit of the work that helps pay my bills, keep the roof over my head, well, over my head.

 The only thing I feel matters is that I see, and continue to see the meaning in each line, each shade. I can feel the feeling of the warmth of the scene, or the cold hatred of the battle. Each bead placed to complement the ones across it.

 There is also that one that you could never forget, never the meaning, the reason you made it, all of those things about it. If you tried you'd destroy your mind, your sanity. Whether it looked horrible, it didn't matter. That piece of artwork that I couldn't forget, was about you, for you.

 The drawing was of you and me, sitting near a willow tree beside a lake. The night stars were twinkling in the dark sky. Their sister, the moon, was in her fullest moment. You were leaning on me gently, and I held you close. Your dress would flutter every time the gentle, cool wind would blow. This was a great and peaceful memory I could never forget about you and me.

 You told me that you loved me for the first time. I smiled gently at the words I thought was true, saying I loved you back as we slowly fell asleep in the place we sat. 

 I woke up the next morning to find you gone, only a note in my lap. I looked around the place to see where you had gone to, if you were near by, hiding in the nearby woods. I didn't see anybody near by, so I assumed you went home to make yourself some food. We weren't living with each other yet, so I knew that if you had we would talk again tonight.

 The note moved slightly in my hand as the once gentle, but now rough wind began to blow. My eyes ventured to the words that I had never expected to be told me.

 I am leaving you my dear, for the words I said I felt were not true. I didn't want you to believe a lie for the time I would spend with you. I'm sorry I lied. Please continue being such a wonderful person, continue your beautiful artwork, your stories. Continue being who you are, and don't let little problems like me pull you down.

 Yes, I was disappointed that you would lie to me. Yes, I am angry you would leave me after saying such promising words. But, I knew you wrote the note from your true honesty, for if you were to not care, you would've just left and ignore me. I am glad that you told me the truth and encouraged me to continue on in life. 

 So, to at least keep the happy memory of love, of letting go of the world, I made a picture of me and you. For you, since you helped me to continued on. Thank you my dear, and I hope you will do the same. To continue, and to forget.

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A/N - Alright, so this little idea popped in my head and I decided to make it. I hope you enjoyed it. No, this isn't specified to any person, it's just completely random. Either way, again, I hope you enjoyed the story, ect.