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Silent Regrets

Silent Regrets

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"When we get older and turn eighteen, let’s have a big wedding in the clouds!” “Why on a cloud?” The boy asked, feeling completely confused. He didn't know why she would fill his mind with utter nonsense yet he couldn't help but smile at the thought. “Because clouds are high up in the air! It feels like I’m escaping reality. There are no problems or fears. You can just say what you want. Plus, they’re really fluffy!” She giggled lightly. She looked up and smiled at him, her blue eyes gleaming with pure happiness and excitement. “So how about it? Let’s get married, on a cloud far away from here. We’ll even have a castle and you’ll be my prince, and I’ll be your princess. We’ll have an amazing love story and live happily ever after because we’ll love each other!” She squealed happily. “Promise?” She asked while holding up her pinky finger. He sighed and locked his finger with hers. “I promise. We’ll get married one day.” But then again, aren't promises made to be broken and forgotten?
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Her Wish

She was all alone now... Any previous traces of the outside world were temporarily pushed away as she entered her secret heaven, separate from everything and everyone else. Reclining slowly onto her back, crushing blades of grass beneath her, a faint sigh escaped from the eighteen year old girl’s heart-shaped lips. Gazing at the stars above and spending time alone, had over time, become her only escape of reality. This wide field of grass had become her home. The natural sounds of the crickets and the occasional hoot of an owl had become her neighbors, her friends. The tranquil flow of the river nearby, her music. And the far-off, scintillating stars, her hope. No matter how many things had gone wrong, how many times she had failed to do something, how many people had turned against her; the girl always had the option of crawling back to this secluded spot that none but her self knew of. Every time, she would crawl back here and wish upon the stars. And every night, she would wish for the same thing, over and over again. She’d wish for happiness. And she’d continue to wish, hoping that someday, someone, somewhere, would take the time to listen, that they would take the time to help make her wish come true. And one day, it did.

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