Shall We Dance
READ MY PROLOGUE OF MY STORY OR SUFFER.
Prologue
Silence enveloped the sandy shore of the beach, save for the crashing of the ethereal waves that lapped thirstily up the shore, unable to quench the undying hunger that plagued them. Night had fallen long before this appointed time and the ivory moon hung low in the sky with an eerie look of watchfulness, as if the two figures that stood beside each other in utter silence had committed some ungodly crime. Neither figure moved for quite some time, though one seemed to be carrying something relatively heavy as its shoulders sagged submissively under some unsightly weight that only it knew. The other figure, smaller than the afore mentioned, apparently stared quietly out at the ocean, though features were undeterminable from far off, one would have had to be standing fairly close to understand the plight of the two.
Kelli suddenly gave a violent jerk forward, falling to the ground with a strangled sob, wailing piteously as Brody shifted uneasily before settling his burden into the sand and kneeling next to the weeping girl. “Kelli, come on, this is not how Jennifer would have wanted you to fall,” Brody’s deep voice sounded in a barely audible whisper as the girl beside him shivered and shook as if she were about to fall apart. Several minutes before the breakdown, rain had slowly began to drizzle down lazily from the sky, though now it was picking up heavily, and Brody, devoid of jacket, gave an unintentional shiver.
“God, Brody, do you think she would have wanted to die!?” The voice is interspersed with deep breaths and rattling sobs, the small frame shaking violently as tears rolled down the fragile cheeks. Brody bit his lip in silence, worrying it until the metallic taste of blood reached his tongue, making him stop. Watching Kelli broken down on the sand was pathetic, and it couldn’t have been more pitiful and pathetic in any way shape or form. Her usually calm, peppy composure had been completely torn down, leaving her raw and bitter, a complete opposite of her usual self. In comparison to her changed attitude, her attire was also changed, making depression in the general vicinity complete to the nth degree.
There was a small pause after the shout, Brody’s handsome face rather rigid in the darkness. “She didn’t really get a choice, did she?” The second the words escaped his mouth he regretted them as Kelli began to howl, though he ignored the bawling figure beside him with practiced ease. He was still shocked about Jennifer’s death, but he was mourning in a more subtle way. “God, just shut up! For God’s fucking sake.”
Kelli’s gaze rose to meet Brody’s and the tears ebbed in a second as anger flashed through them. Brody had picked himself up from his crouch, rain dripping off his hair and soaking his shirt. Kelli stood unsteadily, before drawing her hand back and releasing it to smack Brody right across the face. “Don’t you dare talk to me like that ever again, you insensitive jerk.” Brody stared at her with silent contempt, and if she had not been who she was, he would have socked her in the face, but she was who she was and that was a girl and he didn’t hit girls. Instead of beating the living hell out of her, he settled on rubbing his cheek with a dark scowl, wishing no more than to leave here quickly. Brody wasn’t an angry person, but everything right now hurt so bad. It had hit him like a sack of bricks. A sack of fucking reality bricks. Jennifer wasn’t supposed to die, and this arranged meeting on the beach wasn’t meant to happen and it hurt more than he could have imagined it would.
“So…?”
“So what?” Brody’s anger still hadn’t seemed to have slinked away after the slap. His mourning wasn’t exactly healthy, it was more the type of mourning that you keep inside until someone finally pushes you to your breaking point and you just explode and lose a friend. Not that Kelli had ever really been his “friend” in that sense. Only once, and that was a long time ago now.
“Are we going to do this…this thing?” She gestured sullenly to the object that had been set down several minutes before, her carefully manicured fingernails glinting delicately. Brody’s eyes followed her gesture to the urn that lay in the sand, splattered with raindrops. The silver metal shined innocently at him in what little light there was, nobody would have guessed that his best friend’s ashes now lay in there. No, I don’t want to, and neither do you, Kelli.
He bit his lip again, worrying it and ignoring the metallic taste with a set jaw. Brody wouldn’t have personally chosen the beach as a place for his ashes to be scattered, but he knew that Jennifer would have wanted it this way, and he would want her to be happy if she were capable of being so. The beach was such a wild place, kind of like Jennifer, she had been only a little bit calmer, subtler, though just as beautiful with her dark brunette hair that fell to her mid-back and the nearly always present smile that always seemed to light up a room. She was the kind of person that could make you smile even when you didn’t want to, so if he and Kelli could fulfill her wishes, he would fulfill them by any means possible.
“Yeah, let’s get this over with,” Brody murmured with concentration, the wind whipped at the loose edges of his shirt, flapping soundlessly at his sides, the wind thrusting against his back as he removed the lid from the metallic colored urn and picked up a small, ornate bag full of a powdery substance, Jennifer’s last remains. Loosening the tie around the bag, he held it out to Kelli. “First honors...?”
Kelli dipped her slender hand into the bag, taking a pinch of ashes and tossing them into the wind, lost forever along with childhood memories and light hearts...
Prologue
Silence enveloped the sandy shore of the beach, save for the crashing of the ethereal waves that lapped thirstily up the shore, unable to quench the undying hunger that plagued them. Night had fallen long before this appointed time and the ivory moon hung low in the sky with an eerie look of watchfulness, as if the two figures that stood beside each other in utter silence had committed some ungodly crime. Neither figure moved for quite some time, though one seemed to be carrying something relatively heavy as its shoulders sagged submissively under some unsightly weight that only it knew. The other figure, smaller than the afore mentioned, apparently stared quietly out at the ocean, though features were undeterminable from far off, one would have had to be standing fairly close to understand the plight of the two.
Kelli suddenly gave a violent jerk forward, falling to the ground with a strangled sob, wailing piteously as Brody shifted uneasily before settling his burden into the sand and kneeling next to the weeping girl. “Kelli, come on, this is not how Jennifer would have wanted you to fall,” Brody’s deep voice sounded in a barely audible whisper as the girl beside him shivered and shook as if she were about to fall apart. Several minutes before the breakdown, rain had slowly began to drizzle down lazily from the sky, though now it was picking up heavily, and Brody, devoid of jacket, gave an unintentional shiver.
“God, Brody, do you think she would have wanted to die!?” The voice is interspersed with deep breaths and rattling sobs, the small frame shaking violently as tears rolled down the fragile cheeks. Brody bit his lip in silence, worrying it until the metallic taste of blood reached his tongue, making him stop. Watching Kelli broken down on the sand was pathetic, and it couldn’t have been more pitiful and pathetic in any way shape or form. Her usually calm, peppy composure had been completely torn down, leaving her raw and bitter, a complete opposite of her usual self. In comparison to her changed attitude, her attire was also changed, making depression in the general vicinity complete to the nth degree.
There was a small pause after the shout, Brody’s handsome face rather rigid in the darkness. “She didn’t really get a choice, did she?” The second the words escaped his mouth he regretted them as Kelli began to howl, though he ignored the bawling figure beside him with practiced ease. He was still shocked about Jennifer’s death, but he was mourning in a more subtle way. “God, just shut up! For God’s fucking sake.”
Kelli’s gaze rose to meet Brody’s and the tears ebbed in a second as anger flashed through them. Brody had picked himself up from his crouch, rain dripping off his hair and soaking his shirt. Kelli stood unsteadily, before drawing her hand back and releasing it to smack Brody right across the face. “Don’t you dare talk to me like that ever again, you insensitive jerk.” Brody stared at her with silent contempt, and if she had not been who she was, he would have socked her in the face, but she was who she was and that was a girl and he didn’t hit girls. Instead of beating the living hell out of her, he settled on rubbing his cheek with a dark scowl, wishing no more than to leave here quickly. Brody wasn’t an angry person, but everything right now hurt so bad. It had hit him like a sack of bricks. A sack of fucking reality bricks. Jennifer wasn’t supposed to die, and this arranged meeting on the beach wasn’t meant to happen and it hurt more than he could have imagined it would.
“So…?”
“So what?” Brody’s anger still hadn’t seemed to have slinked away after the slap. His mourning wasn’t exactly healthy, it was more the type of mourning that you keep inside until someone finally pushes you to your breaking point and you just explode and lose a friend. Not that Kelli had ever really been his “friend” in that sense. Only once, and that was a long time ago now.
“Are we going to do this…this thing?” She gestured sullenly to the object that had been set down several minutes before, her carefully manicured fingernails glinting delicately. Brody’s eyes followed her gesture to the urn that lay in the sand, splattered with raindrops. The silver metal shined innocently at him in what little light there was, nobody would have guessed that his best friend’s ashes now lay in there. No, I don’t want to, and neither do you, Kelli.
He bit his lip again, worrying it and ignoring the metallic taste with a set jaw. Brody wouldn’t have personally chosen the beach as a place for his ashes to be scattered, but he knew that Jennifer would have wanted it this way, and he would want her to be happy if she were capable of being so. The beach was such a wild place, kind of like Jennifer, she had been only a little bit calmer, subtler, though just as beautiful with her dark brunette hair that fell to her mid-back and the nearly always present smile that always seemed to light up a room. She was the kind of person that could make you smile even when you didn’t want to, so if he and Kelli could fulfill her wishes, he would fulfill them by any means possible.
“Yeah, let’s get this over with,” Brody murmured with concentration, the wind whipped at the loose edges of his shirt, flapping soundlessly at his sides, the wind thrusting against his back as he removed the lid from the metallic colored urn and picked up a small, ornate bag full of a powdery substance, Jennifer’s last remains. Loosening the tie around the bag, he held it out to Kelli. “First honors...?”
Kelli dipped her slender hand into the bag, taking a pinch of ashes and tossing them into the wind, lost forever along with childhood memories and light hearts...