BleedingRose
04-11-2009, 06:07 AM
Part 1: Haunted
"I will return for you." he had looked her in the eyes as he told her goodbye. His word is what kept her from chasing him, from letting him walk out of her life. She had been young, foolish and in love, reckless in her decisions. She had waited for him to return. Through the rainy days, and blisthering heat. He never came home.
A year of hopeless waiting passed. Then came the day when she got a letter in the mail. He would never return.
Zoie moped down the street, not knowing what to do on the anniversary of The Letter. She was another year older, and the pain of his death still lingered heavily. She didn't bother looking up, knowing the bright colors by heart. She had never smiled nor laughed since he was beside her. To her, the world seemed empty, meaningless. There was a weight tied around her heart, keeping it bound so it could barely beat. It felt as if it would never fly again the way it had when he was near. An old friend looked at Zoie from across the street with her boyfriend. Concern clouded her eyes as she watched Zoie, once an outgoing, nice, popular girl, now a depressed teen. Sky twirled a piece of hair as she wondered how someone could have fallen so far.
Zoie felt Sky's eyes but couldn't force herself to meet them. Nor did she have the strength to assure herself as well as her friend that she would be alright. She pondered the unbearable weight that suddenly spang upon her shoulders, making them droop even more. Her heart gave a painful squeeze, one she had felt seemingly long ago. Zoie looked up, into his eyes. Or the perfect image of them. The truth dawned on her, as she stared into the eyes of a stranger across the way. His pen was poised in mid-air; as if waiting to stroke the paper, waiting to fill it with graceful words. His eyes, the clearist of greens, trapped hers. He smiled lopsidedly at her, his dimples creating the illusion of boyhood. She found herself smiling back at him, a careful, timid smile. Immediately it faded and she hurried away, feeling her burden settling itself even more firmly about her. The writer frowned at Zoie's retreating form, wondering why she was rushing to get away. Caught in thought he wrote:
"Tempter by nature,
Innocent by fact.
Actions not intentions,
Foolishly made.
Lured the Unaware,
Does she know this isn't Fair?
Is she disturbed,
Just simply unlearned?
Or merely a tempter of the fates?"
He paused, looking it over. In a swift motion he crumpled it up and stuffed it in his pockets as he packed up and headed home.
"I will return for you." he had looked her in the eyes as he told her goodbye. His word is what kept her from chasing him, from letting him walk out of her life. She had been young, foolish and in love, reckless in her decisions. She had waited for him to return. Through the rainy days, and blisthering heat. He never came home.
A year of hopeless waiting passed. Then came the day when she got a letter in the mail. He would never return.
Zoie moped down the street, not knowing what to do on the anniversary of The Letter. She was another year older, and the pain of his death still lingered heavily. She didn't bother looking up, knowing the bright colors by heart. She had never smiled nor laughed since he was beside her. To her, the world seemed empty, meaningless. There was a weight tied around her heart, keeping it bound so it could barely beat. It felt as if it would never fly again the way it had when he was near. An old friend looked at Zoie from across the street with her boyfriend. Concern clouded her eyes as she watched Zoie, once an outgoing, nice, popular girl, now a depressed teen. Sky twirled a piece of hair as she wondered how someone could have fallen so far.
Zoie felt Sky's eyes but couldn't force herself to meet them. Nor did she have the strength to assure herself as well as her friend that she would be alright. She pondered the unbearable weight that suddenly spang upon her shoulders, making them droop even more. Her heart gave a painful squeeze, one she had felt seemingly long ago. Zoie looked up, into his eyes. Or the perfect image of them. The truth dawned on her, as she stared into the eyes of a stranger across the way. His pen was poised in mid-air; as if waiting to stroke the paper, waiting to fill it with graceful words. His eyes, the clearist of greens, trapped hers. He smiled lopsidedly at her, his dimples creating the illusion of boyhood. She found herself smiling back at him, a careful, timid smile. Immediately it faded and she hurried away, feeling her burden settling itself even more firmly about her. The writer frowned at Zoie's retreating form, wondering why she was rushing to get away. Caught in thought he wrote:
"Tempter by nature,
Innocent by fact.
Actions not intentions,
Foolishly made.
Lured the Unaware,
Does she know this isn't Fair?
Is she disturbed,
Just simply unlearned?
Or merely a tempter of the fates?"
He paused, looking it over. In a swift motion he crumpled it up and stuffed it in his pockets as he packed up and headed home.