This is a little different in the sense that my inspiration didn't come from a couple of sentences I found on Pinterest. Instead the inspiration for this scene came after I'd finished reading Jenny Rosens Cheater Faker Trouble Maker on Wattpad, and I began reading one of her earlier works The Runaways; the opening scene took my breath away, you can read it here at http://my.w.tt/UiNb/BUvB2LG1PD. By any means my work isn't half as good, but I was inspired to try, and I came out with this scene. I hope you like it. - Ash x
In the silent midnight shadows of Maple street, under the amber glow of its street lamps, I tore my heart in two.
One half fading quickly, it's frantic shallow beats echoed through the silence of the misty rain.
Blood merges with the sweat on my palms and the rain that pelts down through the humid August air.
Blood, salt and water. Life seeps deep down into the drain, running under the streets as it had run above them all it's life.
The other half looks at me with wild uncertain fear. Seeking guidance. Pleading for permission, for forgiveness. With one look, two heart beats, three words he stumbles to his feet.
'Go! Go now!' I'm not sure where this voice comes from, unwaveringly sure, unquestionably demanding, when I feel broken, beyond the point of exhaustion, where certainty was a friend long forgotten.
All I long for is that one of them will take me in his arms and tell me that it will all be okay. Everything would be all right.
But neither can.
Sirens fill the silence.
I lean in to his chest, hopeful sparks ignite within the mummers of his heartbeat. His lips like ice against my own, as I kissed him once gently just to feel his breath upon mine once more. 'I'm so sorry.' I mutter into the stolen kiss. 'Please forgive me.'
The haze of Amber light shakes in and out of focus, colliding chaotically against violent red and throbbing blue. Hiding no shadows.
My tears join the rain, the blood and the sweat, as I pound at the chest of my heart that lays bleeding out, and I watch beyond the edge of darkness as the other half slips away.
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Historia CortaWriting prompts to inspire. Each chapter begins with one line, and thus flows the magic of imagination. Try them for yourself. Find my board of inspirational prompts @ https://uk.pinterest.com/ashleebean/ready-set-write