His eyes open in a flurry of confusion and fright, trying to focus on their surroundings as they adjust to the dark room. It had only been a dream, but it had felt so real. Because it was real. It had happened. A year ago, today.
The glass shards rushing toward Adam's face a year ago are now dust particles staring at him from across the room. Nothing's been touched for a whole year. Life just stopped on the opposite side of his bedroom. Boom. Complete stand-still.
The moonlight-illuminated dust looks like a tiny army, feels like an angry mob shouting at him. Reminding him of all he'd lost that night a year ago. Because it was his fault. His idea. His motorcycle.
And now he's staring at a painting that memorializes his tragedy, commissioned by his parents. The untouched comforter, ruffled in a hurry as she'd left the bed, is a collage of pinks painted so perfectly you could feel the fluff just from looking at it. The books that litter her nightstand a messy smattering on the canvas. The only thing missing, is the subject.
Her.
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An Enchanted Night
PoetryOne warm summer night, the Moon full and bright. Two Pennsylvanian teens, in the Moon's white sheen. Will Taylor and Adam meet? *************************** A collection of poems/short story in which a Taylor Swift song finds a home within a world...
