RecoilA Story by SheActsLikeSummer
A story about a young girl and her lost love...
Quietly; I nudge the ornate bronze gate open with my toe, clutching a bouquet of flowers tightly to my chest. I breathe in the soft sent of the daisies. The aroma sparks long forgotten memories causing them to dash to the front of my mind. It’s a chain reaction, setting off more and more as the memories are drawn to the light.
“The fireworks seem so alive.”
A tear rolls down my cheek, sparkling in the sun light like a liquefied diamond. I wipe it away with my blemished fingers, taking in a quick, sharp breath as I do so. I hold my index finger out to the sun light, while dust particles dance around it. The water magnifies an already large scar on my finger. I take in another breath; just this one is longer, gasping.
“Don’t forget to breathe.”
I walk slowly past an iron bench, spiral detailing on its edges. I smile at this and try to picture him sitting there, a book placed in his lap as he listens to me sing to him… but the image comes out fuzzy, disorientated, as if it wishes not to be seen in my mind’s eye. The sun is high in the sky and I watch it, seeking comfort in its bright glow. None comes.
“There is always a reason.”
My foot sinks into the soft ground as I reach a narrow stream. I follow it, the serene sound of gently flowing of water floating to my ears. A shadow is cast by a large tree, moulding darkness around me momentarily. I break into the sun once more, relief consuming me and I soon reach a shallow pond.
“Never under estimate your opponent.”
I drop to my knees, an overwhelming feeling of dread and sorrow engulfing me. An ear piercing scream springs from my lungs. It’s as if the emotional pain follows the long cry of mourning, out of my system and into the open air where it can fly freely scouting for its next victim. An evil parasite.
“Try to fight it.”
The flowers roll out of my hand as I weaken my grasp. They tumble down the gentle slope, falling into the water with a resonating splash. He was buried here. Under the pond; beneath the gravel and the earth. He had been lost in deeper misery than any imagined. It was his only way out. The only escape.
“You recoil from my love."
© 2012 SheActsLikeSummer
AboutI wish there was a single moment in my life that summed up who I am. Just a short snippet of time that I could copy and paste here so I didn't have to rack my mind for something to say. But I kind of .. more..
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