Fairytale
Pausing, her fist stopped inches away from the door. Courage, courage! This is your last chance!
Maybe that's what they meant when they said "heart over mind". She heard two knocks. Only an instant too late did she register that her fist recoiled from it's contact with the door.
Quick footsteps were heard from behind the door and she had all but a second to compose herself.
"Hey - "
Looking up, habit prepared her for the familiar pair of warm brown eyes. Instead, what greeted her were a jet-black pair.
"Hi! I'm the new tenant! You must be from next door?"
Disappointment. So acute it felt like a punch in her guts.
Numbly, she walked away, without hearing the bewildered new tenant shouting after her. Neither did she notice the tears streaming down her face.
"You were the fairytale I always dreamed of..."
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Further up the corridor, behind a wall, he bit his clenched fist; so, so afraid that he could not hold back the strangled, broken cry which strained to travel up his throat. But more so, he was afraid she would hear the breaking of his heart.
Drip, drip, drip...
Tears were the only outlet he had.
"You were the fairytale I never dared to hold on to..."
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wrote this and posted it under my alternate account. so just doing some.. consolidating here.
Maybe that's what they meant when they said "heart over mind". She heard two knocks. Only an instant too late did she register that her fist recoiled from it's contact with the door.
Quick footsteps were heard from behind the door and she had all but a second to compose herself.
"Hey - "
Looking up, habit prepared her for the familiar pair of warm brown eyes. Instead, what greeted her were a jet-black pair.
"Hi! I'm the new tenant! You must be from next door?"
Disappointment. So acute it felt like a punch in her guts.
Numbly, she walked away, without hearing the bewildered new tenant shouting after her. Neither did she notice the tears streaming down her face.
"You were the fairytale I always dreamed of..."
-
Further up the corridor, behind a wall, he bit his clenched fist; so, so afraid that he could not hold back the strangled, broken cry which strained to travel up his throat. But more so, he was afraid she would hear the breaking of his heart.
Drip, drip, drip...
Tears were the only outlet he had.
"You were the fairytale I never dared to hold on to..."
web counter
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wrote this and posted it under my alternate account. so just doing some.. consolidating here.