I've always wanted to incorporate a scene like this in my stories.... Never found a good time to though. :/
Break Up Scene I (as with the murders, most likely more to come)
"What?"
His piercing gray eyes stare into mine. The eyes I love so much were filling with indescribable pain. His strong hands grasp my shoulders, shaking me gently, begging me for a response, begging me to take back my words. But I can't.
"I'm sorry Tristan," I whisper, stepping away from his hold. At the same time I can feel my heart breaking. It's surprising, I think, that one small step can break a girl's heart.
"But why?" Tristan asks, his voice soft and low to match mine. He reaches out for me again, but I step away, feeling another knife slice through me. I don't know what to say to him, don't know if I can still fix things. I want to, but I can't. All because of one stupid mistake.
I turn away from his grievous look. He stares after me as I step slowly to the window. Pulling aside the heavy velvet drapes, I stare outside. The full moon casts its serene glow over the street. Snowflakes fall from the inky sky to rest gently against the already white ground. White, cold, beautiful snow covers the ground and the rooftops. Not a single footprint disturbs the smooth blanket of cold. It's absolutely breathtaking. And heartbreaking.
"You see it?" I say in a soft voice, still staring at the snow. My breath briefly fogs up the glass, and I wipe it away with my sweater sleeve. I hear Tristan step towards me, his footsteps muffled by the thick carpet.
"It's beautiful," he says quietly. I nod.
"It's beautiful," I echo as the first tear falls, "but it never lasts."
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The Desultory Brain of Me
RomantikIMPORTANT: This is not a full-fledged project headed towards the goal of a novel. This is merely a place where I can cram all the bits and pieces of material that my head and hands come up with. Everything contained here will probably have nothing t...
