My Random Crap

Writing Burst

I was on my way home today, and wrote this and I thought some of you would enjoy it

    She was a memory. He was a promise.

    She walked like a dream. Lke something that at any moment could drift away and be slowly forgotten by the world around her. Some thought of her fondly, others looked at her with bitter distaste and resentment in their eyes. None of those looks were her doing. She could not control who she was, nor could she control what she was.

    Some loved her so dearly they refused to let her leave. They treasured her like an old keepsake, not wanting to let fade into oblivion. She tended to stay among the older people, the younger a person was, the less she found herself relevant and needed.

    She didn’t have much of an opinion, she wasn’t really allowed. She knew her place, and she knew that meant that she had no right to judgment on what she did. To some she smiled, to others she remained emotionless, and everyone else, she smiled sadly upon.

    But then she did the one thing that she wasn’t allowed to do in her line of work, she was forbidden to fall in love. She was supposed to let people love her, hate her, throw her away, and forget her. But then she met him. And his pressence was oh so bittersweet, and she wanted nothing more than to be near him and spend the rest of her eternal days with him.

    They met on occasion, sometimes they spent a lot of time together, others not much. He was with her, more often than not, when there were lovers involved.

    He was a promise.

    He walked around with a comforting smile and no one let him go by unnoticed. He spent a lot of time around heartbreakers and weddings. He was a soft-hearted man, with nothing but the idea that the world was waiting for him.

    Like the girl, he was always gived mixed opinions on. Some people would grin and cling onto him, others would break him and make him seem like the weakest thing you had ever met. He broke things. He broke hearts, trust, minds, souls.

But it was never his fault.

He was forced to do the wicked things, revenge was something he knew well. He was a servant to evil and a willing slave to love. He was always chained to someone or something else. But no matter what, he always kept his trusting smile.

When he had met her, he was confused. It was almost like if you touched her she would dissappear. She would fade at the worst moments. But the moments he had with her were something that he would never let go or forget.

    His favourite thing to do, was remember. It always brought her back, even for the shortest of times.

But it was true, he loved a memory, and she fell for a promise.

So yeah, feel free to enjoy or hate, doesn't matter. Writing it kinda hit close to home :/ but I hope you enjoy it ^_^