Pieces of Us

Why, hello there! How nice of you to stop by! This is a short story I wrote a little while ago, for my English class, actually! I really loved it so I thought I'd share it with you! :D

I know this part seems a bit short, thats because the entire piece is rather short and I wanted to break it up into two parts. Short and sweet. I also plan on publishing the remaining part soon. With something short like this, I need to hold onto your interest, no?

And now... Read and Enjoy! If you like it, comment or vote or fan! If you don't, comment anyway (tell me what you don't like... to a reasonable extent, of course :) )!

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Dust erupted from the dirt-layered street as the wind raced through. A lone man stood at the edge of the city, his glazed eyes scanned the remnants. The once proud landscape had been tousled mercilessly and was laid in ruin. He walked along the broken road, careful to avoid cracks and rifts in the asphalt concrete. He wore a blue and grey uniform, stained deep with maroon. His platinum blond hair and pale skin were also stained. He raised his gaze to the old oak tree above him as the wind ripped the colored leaves from its limbs. The sight brought back memories, memories of her.

It was autumn and he was returning to his final year of college. One more year, one more promised year and then he could go anywhere and do anything he wanted. He sat beneath an oak tree, his back pressed against its bark. His eyes scanned the pages of the book he had to read for his next class. The crunching of leaves caused him to tear his eyes away to see a brunette haired girl. She gave him a cheerful smile and sat down next to him.

“Shakespeare, huh?” she observed, making small talk. 

“Yeah, I’ve got to read two more scenes before English in a few minutes,” he replied, looking back to the book. 

“Do you have Professor Harte?” she asked.

“Uh, yeah, why?” He looked back at her to see her grinning like a fool. 

“We’re in the same class!”

That year she had caught his heart and kept it. He maneuvered easily through the decaying limbs of an overturned tree. He didn’t even spare a glance at the crippled street sign as he turned right onto a side street. He observed the remains of the houses that once neatly lined the edges of the street. Some were left to ruin, others were partially standing. Lawn gnomes and other garden accessories littered the area, he looked about to see a wrecked garden shop. He stopped and looked at the wilted flowers strewn across the lawn. One set of white roses caught his attention. Matilda loved white roses...

It was late on Valentine’s day, and Matilda was sitting on the couch of their living room He appeared at the door before entering the room. He approached her, and leaned down to kiss her on the cheek.

“Good evening m'lady,” he said with a lopsided grin. “I’ve come to deliver a gift. It seems you have an admirer.” With that he pulled a single white rose from behind his back and offered it to her. She giggled slightly before taking it.

“What a lovely gift, white roses are my favorite! I wonder who could have sent such a thing?” She asked, looking up at him and returning the kiss. He took her up in his arms in a hug.

“Happy Valentine’s Day, sweetie,” he whispered.