In The End

Fire and Churning Seas

   A girl pulled on her tights. She glanced at herself in the mirror. The girl she saw looked strong. Her hair was fire, and her eyes churning seas of blue gray.  She didn't think that the girl could possibly be her, but she allowed for a bit of oddity today. Such silly ideas were allowed, because today was her birthday. March 17th, in fact. She chuckled- what a perfect day for such a girl to be born. And she was turning 19 today, her favorite number.

   Once the girl was ready to leave the house, she checked once more in the mirror as she passed. The girl's hair was fire, her eyes churning seas of blue gray. She walked tall, proud, as if everything was okay. She smiled, almost a grimace, and opened the door. The cool breeze ruffled her flaming locks, and eased her troubles. Mostly. As she drove to work, she listened to her favorite song, it was "Once Upon A Dream", from Sleeping Beauty. Usually she wouldn't listen to it, but today was special. Today was a day to be remembered.

   She was greeted at the office by her friend. The friend was on older woman who worked the front desk where the girl worked. The girl went straight to folding, mailing, and delivering letters. She was, after all, the letter girl. The job didn't pay much, but it was enough. The girl hummed her song, and drifted through the day, not allowing herself to think any negative thoughts. That was when the boy walked in. His skin was light and golden, his hair dark brown, curly. He wore wayfarer frames and a rolled-up flannel. The girl's heart skipped a beat. 

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   A girl put on her jeans. She glanced regretfully at the mirror. The girl she saw looked tired. Her hair was fire, and her eyes were churning seas of blue grey. She knew that the girl was her. On her way to work, she didn't listen to her favorite song. She didn't listen to anything. 

   She didn't say hello to her old friend, because her friend was gone. The girl went straight to signing, sending, and calling. She was, after all, a secretary. The job payed well enough, and her boss was nice. The girl didn't hum. She simply worked. Her phone rang, and it was the boy. She answered, a smile on her face. She hadn't spoken to him for a whole 17 hours. He asked if she wanted to meet him for lunch. The girl said yes. 

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   A girl tucked her hair behind her ear. She stared at herself in the mirror. The girl she saw was pretty, but thin. The girl wasn't ready for this. Her hair was fire, and her eyes churning seas of blue and grey. This girl was her. She didn't go to work, because she was fired last week. On her way to the cafe, she cried. Tears streamed down her face. She wiped them away before walking in.

   The girl ordered one coffee. One cream, two sugars. The girl sat at a booth, and opened her laptop. She sipped her coffee tenderly.

***

   A girl sat up in her bed. She was covered in sweat, and tears streamed down her face. She breathed heavily. The boy asked what was wrong, and she said that it was just a nightmare. He held her close, and they went to bed.

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   A girl took off her coat. Her scarf ruffled in the wind. She smiled calmly. Cars zoomed past below her, and faded into a noisy rainbow. Her hair was fire, and her eyes churning seas of blue and grey. She took a deep breath, and she hummed her favorite song. It was March 17th, what a perfect day for for flying. The girl took one step, then she fell. Her scarf flung wildly around her neck. She closed her eyes, and spread her arms. The girl was free.

***

A boy cradled a girl in his arms, shaking with violent, quiet, sobs. The girl lay there, unmoving, a small smile on her face. Her hair was a flaming halo, and her eyes a fading sky. The boy had but one thought on his mind, Why?