Friday, June 30, 2006
Leakage from a broken heart. FIRST PART.
She stood by the window, her two hazel brown eyes fixed on something far out in the distance. Her dark coloured hair curled softly around her long, slender neck. The blood red dress she had on seemed too outstanding against her porcelein milky white skin. In her left hand, she held a purple coloured book - her diary, and in her right, a white rose. She laid both the rose and the diary down on the ledge of the window beside a letter, then she turned and put on her sweater, grabbed her hair up in a ponytail and walked towards the room exit. Her hand reached the doorknob but she didn't turn it. She looked back and stared once again out of the window, as if anticipating somebody's presence. But there was no one there. Something in her eyes died and she left the room, leaving only the sweet scent of roses hanging in the air.five years ago.A car honked at her impatiently. She hurriedly scrambled out of its way and stepped onto the pavement. Her pace was fast, her eyes staring at the ground as she walked. Nobody seemed to notice her existence, a girl of 17 years wearing an oversized coat and big ugly boots. Her face hidden under a cap, she walked on remembering the chores at home that were to be done before her mother came home. There's not going to be time. She told herself, quickening her already fast pace. Freezing in the cold weather, she rubbed her hands against each other and her feet dragging the heavy boots over the slippery pavement. Then she fell hard on the pavement. Feeling embarassed, she immediately struggled to get up but found that she couldn't. Her left leg hurt and blood was crawling their way through an open wound. All around her, people walked by, their eyes fixed on her as they muttered words of disapproval. She knew it all too well, nobody was going to stop and help her. She was just one of those poor kids that didn't deserve anybody's help. Seeing that she couldn't sit here forever, she tried to stand up again but fell back down, the pain from her left leg was too much for her to handle. A silent scream escaped her lips."Need my help?" A young male voice asked. She looked up straight into a face of a handsome young boy and their eyes met for a spilt second. Then suddenly she drew back, as if she had done something improper. The boy laughed."Come on, you can't sit here forever. Take my hand." He held up his hand, motioning her to take it. She looked at his hand for a while then took hold of it hesitantly. He pulled her up and held her by the shoulders until she stabilised on her feet. Then their eyes met again and this time she didn't pull away from him."David." She whispered, a sound barely audible."Isabella." He replied, his eyes not leaving hers.No other words were exchanged, all thoughts and feelings were expressed through their gaze. "Are you alright?""I'm fine. Thank you for your help.""I didn't do anything. "She took a step backwards, realizing how close they were to each other but unable to balance on her left leg, she stumbled and fell. He caught her by the waist and pulled her into a tight embrace. Warmth radiated from his body and for the first time in her life, she didn't feel cold. At all.Staring into her eyes, he bent his head down. His lip touched hers gently, his tongue slowly exploring the cavern of her mouth. Then he pulled her back into his arms, their lips still locked together. They stayed that way for a long time, caring nothing about how passerbys were looking at them. They were happy. Finishing the story another time.
I have tuition tmr at 9am. Gotta sleep!
BBYEBYE.
annhyeonghi kashipsio.
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