After a few minutes of wandering, Tyne finally arrived her destination. Looking at the empty bench ahead her, plastered on her face was a smile. It wasn't a smile beaming with happiness and contentment though. Instead, her smile was light, displaying a sense of longing and gentleness, her eyes have never been so soft. She sensed her heart being pushed deep inside; the depths being something she haven't imagined before.
She felt...alone.
She let out a scoff and shook her head, slowly lifting her feet up- which seemed to be saddled on the ground, to take a seat on one of the two benches in sight.
She immediately went on and pulled the guitar close to her, signaling she would start playing at any given moment. Tyne wasn't the type to weep her eyes out whenever she was having a tough time, or whenever a random something upsets her. Given the fact that she perceives it difficult to cry in front of others, crying alone didn't make it easier either.
However, somehow, she luckily discovered something that can help her convey what she feels. Though it isn't as effective as confiding in somebody, it actually works. It was somewhat enough for Tyne.
There are in fact two ways how.
One being through her writings. Tyne wasn't a good one at expressing her emotions vocally. She finds it challenging to speak all of her fragile side out, as she felt uncomfortable. She stutters a lot, unable to find the words that can explain her side.
It's just that, she felt too much, that she didn't even know how to express herself anymore.
That's why often times, she settles to bottle all of her emotion up to her core. And that doesn't really offer an advantage, either. If something, it only makes it worse. Because the moment that bottle becomes suffocated enough, she just completely bursts out. Like an emergency alert. You'll never witness it coming. No warnings or whatsoever. For that reason, people around her are often clueless how to react, and what to do.
However, when she inks all of her thoughts out, and all of her emotions out...
All of the vague thoughts gradually become clearer, making it easier to understand. All the depths of her emotions become possible to dive in, making it easier to discover. Through writing, she can be able to communicate with the world, and take a breath more comfortably, more freely.
The second thing is, through music. She expresses herself through the songs she frequently sing or play. Every song she performs is something to anticipate. Because every song has a string wrapped around her heart, and that string extends to those people special to her. To those people who she wants to be able to comprehend what she relays. Every word, and every melody that escapes her mouth, holds delicate meanings. It encompasses thousands of words she can't easily convey through mere talking.
After a few moments, she began to sing and pluck her guitar, her fingers meticulously moving along to catch every chord needed; the lyrics and the chords all reserved at the back of her head.
We do it all
Everything
On our own
We don't need
Anything
Or anyone
Her voice was as gentle as the trees' faint dance through the wind, and as soothing, as cold as the morning air that engulfs her whole. It wasn't anything close to blaring, for it was rather enough to calm one's restless heart.
If I lay here,
If I just lay here
Would you lie with me and just forget the world?
Tyne pronounced every single world as crystal clear it could get, hoping she would deliver it unraveling. If truth be told, she wanted someone to hear it, she desperately wanted someone to recognize it. She wanted someone to comprehend her words, to its very last line.
'Would you lie with me and just forget the world?'
She wanted someone to know...how lonely she felt.
Truth be told, though it might sound selfish, she only wanted one person to know.
It was funny that whenever she felt this heart-crushing feeling, she always had a certain someone in mind.
Their memories flashed in front of her so vividly, mimicking a film's trailer that could effortlessly net someone's emotion.
And that's what hurt so much. It were all just memories. It was all in the past, that could only be replayed by the record stocked in Tyne's mind.
Tyne's voice cracked when she neared the end of the song.
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Chasing Cars
Short StoryA Short Story | . . . Empty roads; tranquil atmospheres. City lights served as luminescence. Deep emotions; vague thoughts. After a year, two (not-so) strangers meet again at a park, both waiting for the sunrise.
