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A stroy I had to write for English the other day. We had to choose a newspaper article title or an ad, and write at least one page about it. 

Lawrence sat on the park bench. All his thoughts were on her, the girl with the short dark black hair, and the small freckle on her cheek. She had left him in a hurry and she wasn't coming back. Not for the next hour, anyway. He was going to have to sit here, waiting for her to return while he watched the scenes of the park.

A boy with blonde hair was chasing a girl wearing a floral dress. A couple holding hands and walking past across the grass dampened by the morning dew. A group of teens taking pictures of a memorial statue with vintage cameras. But all these people only reminded him of Joyce. Joyce was so elegant, in her white lacy dresses and silver heels.

The blonde-haired boy grabbed the girls hand, making her blush a deep shade of crimson. He pushed her glasses up her nose and she smiled, looking down at her sandal-covered feet. Their budding relationship haunted him of the broken love he shared with Joyce.

The birds' eerie song filled the air, causing him to close his eyes and sigh. If only he could hear her voice again, soft and silvery, ringing like a bell, sweeping like a viola. But she was gone, down the curling streets and in between the curved trees. He filled his mind with his last memory of her.

"Lawrence, I saw a constellation last night that reminded me of you," her voice rung, he could hear her smile.

He laced his fingers in hers, caressing her cheek, over the freckle that was so perfectly placed.

"Which one was that, love?"

"All of them, you are all the constellations to me, Lawrence," she replied, running her finger over the curve of his shoulders.

"How come?"

"Because you're a sky, you're a sky full of stars. You're such a heavenly view."

He pressed her lips to his, pushing her short hair behind her ear. She pulled away, he gently kissed her jaw.

"What's wrong?" Lawrence asked her, ignoring a little girl's 'ew' as she walked past.

"I didn't want to tell you, Lawrence."

"Tell me, Joyce," he pleaded.

"It's getting worse."

"Your low vitamin C levels?"

"Yeah... I have petechiae," she lifted up her white dress that swirled around her heels and revealed her calf. Small red dots splattered all over her leg, the blood vessels split. She covered her eyes with her hands, "it's ugly, isn't it?"

"Well... you can go to the pharmacy and get some vitamin C tablets... you're still beautiful to me."

"Though heavily we bled, still on we crawl," she sang in his ear, "I shall be back in an hour, stay here, watch the people go past and listen to how the birds harmonise."

"You don't want me to come with you?" he asked, his dark brown eyes pleading,

"I'd rather you stay here, Lawrence, I'll be back as soon as I have bought them," she lowered her voice and gently pressed her lips to his. "That's a promise."

With a flurry of white lace, she made her way through the park gate, towards the pharmacy.

Every second he was away from her, felt like a decade. Every minute she was not singing or talking to Lawrence, felt like a century. Every lost moment was a lost concept of time, a lost constellation. Stars would fade, leaving the night a cold blanket of frozen darkness.

Lawrence sat on the old brown park bench, watching the two young teenagers talk, much like he used to converse with Joyce in the dead of night, under the stars as they wove through space, leaving ugly concepts of time behind. The blonde-haired boy was staring at the girl in the floral dress as she spoke and laughed. His head was cocked to one side, like Lawrence used to do when he wanting to say something but did not want to interrupt Joyce's songs and stories. The two teenagers bonded well, like black and white. Polar opposites but still stick together in snycronisation.

The birds they sung, all a choir, as they jumped about on the ground picking at crumbs, or as they flew around the canopies of trees.

"Lawrence," a silvery voice whispered in his ear, making him jump.

"Joyce," he replied, cupping her face in his hands, "you took less than an hour."

"Vitamins were twenty percent off, my love, I wanted you to come with me so you could look at some you might want to buy or think would help my petechiae."

Joyce was so thoughtful, through her airy but purposeful actions. Lawrence smile widely and nodded as she nuzzled into her neck, and grabbed his hand. She led him over the soft grass instead of the path, dodging the flower beds and the angry bees.

They made their way to the pharmacy, to buy the vitamins that were twenty percent off, together, not separately, but as one, like a constellation. Different stars but once they combine and connect, they make a beautiful constellation, a beautiful picture.

What did you guys think of it? Yeah, it's really weird... the teacher actually read the kissing scene and was like: "Gabbi, wow!" 

I went really red. 

Like really, REALLY, red. 

Almost as red as blood... wait... I was as redd as blood because when you blush it's the blood rushing to your teeth... wait what? Okay, now I'm confusing myself....