Ships

Swinging

February 14, 20XX

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     Her legs swayed as she swung slightly on the swing. She gripped onto the chain as a gust of wind blew by, making her shiver. She took a deep breath in and looked over to the swing next to her. It swung helplessly from the wind. Just the sight of it made her feel warm. The thought of the person she wished she was with that day.

     But it's time to take a leap.

She leaped off the swing, the wind somehow made her feel warm. Now she was there, in the air, flying so high with him.

But he's gone.

She fell and landed, the snowy ground crunching beneath her feet. She took a breathe in, and the frosty air flew by her teeth. Now it was cold, so, so cold.

She began walking, her heart dragging her down as she slumped down the sidewalk. She had thought she had learned, learned that he was gone.

She should know better than to get her hopes up.

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It was Valentine's day, a day you'd think she would love, but it brought her so much despair.

She walked out if the flower shop with a handful of differently colored flowers, and made her way to the park.

She stopped at the entrance, feeling like when she walked in, she wouldn't come out.

She eventually walked in, walking the dirt sidewalk. She read each tombstone as she walked past. She stopped at two, right next to eachother. She started to remember..

"Please, please, please! Wake up, Wake Up!" The man shook the red haired woman desperately, trying to wake her up. She didn't move, her head just turned to the side, facing away from him. He took this as a sign of death, and raised his gun down to his chest. "I couldn't save you, they shot a hole in your lungs so you couldn't speak to me. So I'll shoot a hole in my heart so they can't break me." He hesitanted, before pulling the trigger.

She opened her eyes, she hadn't noticed the tears streaming down her face. She set a blue and red flower inbetween both of the graves, and continued on.

She finally made it to her final destination. She skimmed over the writing on the gravestone and kneeled down. She placed the rest of the flowers on the grave, and began to cry.

She cried for hours, until hearing a voice.

"Baby! Come here! Follow me!"

She instantly turned around to the familiar voice, and saw her ghostly beloved floating away into the forest of trees. She got up and ran after him, only getting glimpses of him from inbetween the trees.

Soon came a clearing, where her ghostly beloved stood with his arms wide open. She smiled after what seemed like ages and jumped into his arms. They shared a kiss, and she felt warm again, and her heart lifted with delight.

But as soon as she opened her eyes again, her beloved was frowning, then disappeared into ashes. She was confused, did he not like it? Was he not fine? Was this all a--

Her foot slipped off the edge of the cliff, and she went falling.

She knew now why he was frowning.

Her heavy heart seemed to make her fall faster, and faster, and faster.

In her last moments, she could muster up one sentence before finally meeting an end.

"See you soon, my beloved."

And that was her end.

Maybe.

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Uhhhhhhh yes.