She slowly stepped to the edge of the docks, following the sound of the tides. With each lamppost, she kept imagining them, together. It wasn't just him now, it was both of them together, faintly affectionate towards each other, definitely less affectionate than they want to be, but they have to keep themselves from being too lovey-dovey, for the public eye.
She kept seeing them. Them. Not him, them.
She kept looking ahead of herself, seeing them together laughing cutely at the far end of the docks. She looked behind her, seeing them walking hand in hand, glancing at each other, stealing looks from each other, but never at the same time.
A few times she saw the other girl in her place, walking hand in hand behind her, and in front of her, but that image didn't take long to burn away from her mind. She didn't need that jealousy to take over at this time.
As she reached the farthest point on the docks, she saw the moon at its crescent phase. It shone bright, and if she focused closely on the water, she could see the moonlight spotlighting the horizon in a vast abyss of darkness. It was blurry, but looking at it long enough she could see it, like a theatre light concentrating on an act, shining on one part only, causing the rest of the theatre stage to become meaningless and minute, so the attention could be on the certain scene and that scene only.
She stared long enough and saw something else. Her and him. Them. Together, on a wooden skiff floating in the midst of the moonlight. They were dark, somehow she saw their silhouettes and not their moonlit faces. They were both laughing, talking, and bonding over practically everything, although the girl could never hear their words, only their glee. She kept blinking, and rubbing her eyes, but every time she focused again to the moon and horizon she saw them laughing and loving.
At that moment exactly, she knew she didn't just like or fancy him. She loved and needed him. She needed him to know what she was seeing, and if he was seeing the same.
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this wasn't actually inspired by grace vanderwaal's moonlight, but i'm not saying her music isn't great and she doesn't deserve praise. it really is, and she really deserves praise. if you guys don't know her, check her out, she has such a great voice.
speaking of moonlight, i'm really proud of that photo, and somehow my phone took it magically. also, sorry if this was short and flimsy, sound a little unsound (that makes sense xD)
if you guys have any suggestions for poetry or prose, please let me know :)
by the by, this was based on a true story, a real experience i had recently. i did add a lot of details, but this is how emotional i can get, haha.
~ sandra m.
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poetry and prose
Cerita Pendekmy attempt of writing stuff, mostly short stories and free verse poetry please remember this is an attempt, i would appreciate the reviews though :)
