Short Story Wonderland

Dying Embers

Word Count: 848 (meh I wrote this in a half hour don't judge me)

Prompt: none used!!! Wow I was creative guys! PRAISE ME

                No matter how strong the flame, it will always go out. No matter how strong you may think your bond is, there will always be those things that can and will weaken it. There will even be things that can break it. There will be times where you feel invincible, as if the world revolves around you. As if you can't fall. Then again we all feel like that. But with things as fickle as love, there shouldn't be a doubt in your mind that you can fall from any height. 

                She stared into the darkness. It was almost as if it consumed her whole. Or it wanted to at least. Although he didn't seem the type, here she was: sitting in 'their spot' where not a half hour ago he had been more than friendly with a girl who definitely wasn't her. She should have saw it coming. Who wouldn't want something better? Who would be satisfied with her? It's not like she was gorgeous, funny, or could hold a conversation longer than brief introductions. No. She was the type of girl who laughed along with the others, whose smile never reached her eyes, who you could tell wanted so much more. Why couldn't she have that?

oh.

Oh.

That's why.

                Because she didn't deserve it. There's no way she would ever deserve to have a good life. Not after what she'd done. Or, what he said she'd done. Because bad girls don't get rewards. Bad girls are the girls who don't do what their partner asks of them. Bad girls aren't compliant. She wouldn't lose her innocence even though he asked. She grew up making her own choices. He hated that. Despised her because of it. Said 'it's not a woman's right to make such decisions'. That she should 'leave it up to the man of the household'. And since she had loved him, since she gave up everything else for him, she gave this up too. What was she now?

                Cautiously, she stood up, her brown gladiators clashing with the color of the cement of the roof. Inhaling the faint smells of his long gone cologne and cigarette butts, she placed one foot after the other on the daunting ledge. She wasn't going to jump, no, she hadn't written a note or a will. It calmed her in an inexplicable way, as if somehow the adrenaline was her replacement for the serotonin she had long since forgotten the feel of. As if the feeling of exhilaration of being on top of the world was the most comfort she had received in years. The biggest smile she had felt on her face in years swept her exploited features. She unguardedly turned her head to the right, half expecting him to be standing there, a lit cigarette in his right hand, his ever-present smirk taunting her to close the shrinking gap between them. But that wasn't going to happen. The only thing to the right of her was the rarely used ashtray. Rarely used because instead of using the ashtray, he put out his cigarettes on her. No, that's all in the past. She should be happy that he is gone, that she can take her life back. 

Why wasn't she... what's the word..

happy?

That word felt foreign in her mind. 

What was that supposed to feel like?

                Ah. She knew what it felt like. It felt like this. This... serenity. This right here. The feeling of the breeze on her nearly bare skin. Her slight swaying. The feeling of her feet against solid ground, and the knowledge that with one move she could be flying. The sight of the city that should be dark by now but definitely wasn't. The faint sounds of the wind and distant cars that were still up and moving. The lingering smells of sex and cheap perfume mix with the smells of big city smoke and pollution. She breathed it all in, letting it settle within her lungs, and with one big exhale, let it all go, along with her worries. 

 She was free.

And she wasn't going to let that feeling go.

A/N:

wow. okay so i totally didn't reference don't stop believing in the fifth paragraph with sex and cheap perfume.. ugh i don't even know because that's exactly what i wanted to say but couldn't find any other words that fit? Also sorry for not posting in awhile?? I had a draft of a thing I had going for a while but then it deleted when I moved devices and that kinda stopped my motivation if you get me?? I don't even know it's 12:44 and as i'm writing this I haven't even finished it so

anyways I'll try to post more but I mean I am probably one of the most finicky people when it comes to liking what I write or post?? So imma just post a lot of crappy things?? or i can totally do what I'm doing now which is only posting what I think is decent?? Quality vs. quantity?

Wow that was longer than i thought it was going to be. Sorry!!

-RiMerJ