This is part of my coursework:) The line represents that seven weeks have happened between the two bits of writing, if that makes sense :)
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I was sixteen on the day I found the lost.
The bitter taste of blood pierced my tongue; desperate downfalls of sorrow hiding a single, lonely tear, burning through my skin. I can remember every little thread of hope unravelling as my vision blurred, my hand helplessly reaching out.
Reaching for the untouchable.
My heart was dying, but I wasn’t scared.
There was something else. Something I could feel in the depth of who I was.
I cried out with no reply, the harsh silence slicing through the mask I had cast upon myself for so long. My breath became ragged, shaky. Crying is ok, right?
It means you’ve been strong for far too long.
Right?
I closed my eyes, held my breath. My lips bore a quiet lullaby as I forced myself to think of nothing, but a starlit sky.
It was just like falling to sleep, just this time, my eyelashes would never flutter open again, and I wouldn’t be forced to fake another smile, to be strong.
At least it would be forever in your name. Even if you have forgotten who you were.
You’re always in the flight of the wings that carry me home.
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“Maybe the person you hold inside of yourself…longs to be free,” my lips caressed the words as they fell from my tongue.
Nothing.
“I …” My words recklessly spilled into the dusty air, aware that time was shredding away this final chapter. But I couldn’t speak. I couldn’t say it.
I need you.
His silence hung in the air, the soft scent of his t shirt dangerously taking over me. No. I can’t go back there again, when everything was easy, when laughter fell free at our feet.
Not when home was this close.
“I’m scared,” his words barely stood strong against the frailness of his tears. I wished I could run towards him, hold him and never let go.
I wished I could look into his beautiful eyes and whisper, ‘I love you.’ But I was here for a reason, a reason so beautiful and sinister it could bring fishermen to their knees, even more so than a mermaid’s beckoning siren.
I couldn’t hold back the words that were dying to be said aloud. With one shuddery breath, my heart whispered the only words I had left.
“There was a time where my wings had been torn, broken and washed away in the tide. Everything to me meant nothing to the world; I was a stranger to my own body, a terror to my own heart.
But there was one thing that held me up, one, single person that reached for my hand, and never let go. They told me the one thing that kept me from losing myself altogether.”
I wanted to look away, to save myself from the hurt on his face, but my tears led a pathway to his gaze, no matter how hard I pleaded with myself to stop. Specks of blue blended with white, his eyes shining as if it were the North Star. Most people would have seen merely a mortal boy, but I saw a warrior, a hero that was waiting to be found.
I allowed myself to carry on. “Being brave isn’t doing it knowing you can. It’s doing it whilst you’re still afraid. Life is a twisted, horrific fairy tale, so beautiful, yet sinister. If you see a wall, you break through it. Don’t let anyone take away who you are, for only the bravest warriors still hold fear in their hearts.”
My voice faded to a whisper, my heart sinking as nothing happened.
There must be something, some way to get to you.
Suddenly I panicked, a soft, beckoning melody whistling in the far away wind.
It was too late.
When you feel like you are breaking, when your soul is fearfully taken, just look up to the stars, and hold in your heart, what’s ours.
I felt his arms wrap around me recklessly, his tears falling with mine as one. I dared not look at his face, but swiftly closed my eyes as his lips met mine.
Those lips that had cradled so many words; that had shared so many secrets.
This time, I didn’t push away. I emptied my life into that kiss, that final moment that made my wings catch flight, and took me away into his world. As our lips parted, I could feel his breath shudder against my neck, his knees weakening as he fought the urge to cry. I could feel myself fading away, my only feeling being him, taking over me, becoming me.
“I don’t want to be alone, Adam. Please don’t let me fade away,” I sobbed helplessly, my strength weakening as I grasped his shirt desperately.
His voice was the last thing I heard before they took me.
“You will be alone in person, but never inside of your heart; for it is there that I cradle you. And I shall let you fade away, but with my hand in yours, so we can soar the skies of our planet together, for I made a promise once, and to this day I shall never fail to keep it. I am in love with you Elvy, my one, true love.”
