Recently one of my family members was in an accident, and he is no longer with us. This shook my world and managed to break me a little, and I have been unable to write for a few weeks. The following story is the first piece that I've been able to write since the tragedy. It wasn't inspired by a song, but by a person who is still alive and very close to me.
She was beautiful, with her long, golden hair that flowed over her shoulders in fluffy waves; her chocolate brown eyes that shone in the sun and held so much emotion; her tanned skin from spending hours outside; her strong, clear voice that was perfectly deep and high. She loved to sing, and when she did the world listened because she made every lyric and note sound like pieces of heaven. She was so talented when playing her ukulele or letting her pencils flow across a sketch book. She did not accept it, but she was perfect. Loving, funny, kind, spirited, and emotional. She was ready to run through life and own the world. And then someone found a way to dent her. It was just a little bruise, but the odd feeling of pain was new to her, and it knocked something loose. People noticed she was weakening, so everyone started to chip, and bang, and scratch away that this beautiful, amazing, lovely, perfect girl, until she had nothing left. She ran away, to try and escape with what little strength she had left; and she hid. I found her in the dark on accident after losing my torch. I picked her up and together we walked out of the cave she had fled to. But the sunlight burned her skin, and my love died in my arms.
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To The Moon
AcakA collection of short stories, letters, poems, etc. Many chapters were inspired by songs, which I will post in the media section. I own all characters and plots. I do not own all settings. Additional disclaimers will be posted at the beginning of se...
