Vent Stories/Things

Faded Memories

Slowly slumping down against a tree with her eyes closed, Tulip started to settle down in her garden. The vines slowly moving as the flowers began to bloom open, each one surrounding her as the moon light made each flower glisten in the dark cold night.

Tulip let out a soft sigh as her ears began to lower, she slowly tilted her head to the right while opening up her eyes, noticing her hot pink Gerbera Daises. She reached her hand out..

"Pluck~"

The noise of one pedal being plucked out echoed through her ears, making them twitched as she gently yanked the daisy that had one pedal plucked out of it from it's own little bush.

Her teal eyes carefully scanned through the flower, watching as the moon light kept shining over it. Her own eyes glowing in the darkness as they kept scanning through the pink colored daisy.

While she looked at the daisy and carefully admired it's beauty, she took in a breath..her eyes beginning to close once again, thinking out loud to herself.

"This is it..."

She gently bit down on her lip, shutting her eyes tightly as her fingers started to wrap around the daisy, squeezing it tightly and causing some of the pedals of it to either break apart or crumble up into pieces while it was held in her hand.

Memories of her once good friend began to race throughout her entire mind, each one plucking at her precious little pedals that were stuffed into her soft heart. They were unforgettable of course, since Tulip was very good at memorizing most things. But she knew that she had to get rid of each and every one of them...

Opening up those teal eyes of her's that flower in the dark once more, she stopped biting her lip and moved herself up. Standing back onto her own feet, making sure that her balance was good and steady, holding her head up high.

She wasn't having it anymore.

Her mind kept racing and roaming through every memory that was stuck throughout her entire mind, ripping each one of them out like as if they were pedals of a flower.

Each one being plucked out one by one, Tulip's fingers began to slowly open up, the flower slowly beginning to slip out of her hand. Though she wanted to cry, there were no more tears at this point.

No more tears to leak out of her eyes, no more pedals to be plucked out of that soft tiny heart of her's.

It was already ending.

Her body began to slowly break apart, the garden begging to crumble down into tiny little pieces that faded into nothingness, the soft breeze pushing her hair back as she stood her ground with a determined look on her face, looking up at the moon which was already starting to crumble as well and fade out of existence.

A smile began to come across her face, letting out a small weak chuckle while the flower that she held still continued to slowly slip out of her hand that was starting to crumble up and fade with her body. The upper part of her body begging to fade away too along with the rest of what was left.

Her mouth slowly opened, her soft voice filling up the emptiness that she was now becoming a part of as the hot pink colored daisy slowly fell into the empty void.

"Goodbye."

....

The sound of a lighter being flickered on filled up the entire dark garage, the flame's light shining into the girl's dark brown eyes.

Her earphones plugged into her phone and playing music as she stared at the flame.

Moving her hair back, the girl slowly unzipped her backpack and pulled out a black folder that was filled with a lot of her drawings.

A sigh escaped through her lips as she looked through the drawings. Pulling out certain kinds of them and holding all of them in place.

She would be certain that doing something like this would cause her hands to get all shaky considering the fact that she put work and effort into this stuff. And her feelings of love especially.

But..she didn't. She just held the drawings in place with one hand, the lighter in the other one.

She carefully moved the lighter towards the drawings that she held in her other hand, the flame making contact with the paper as it began to light up and start burning into flames, the music from the girl's earphones still playing.

Watching the drawings burn up into flames, her eyes slowly began to darken.

Even though she would've been sad about doing this, she didn't. In fact..she felt nothing. Nothing.

She continued to sit there, watching the flames burn up the drawings that she had done.

They slowly began to fade from existence...