The missing half of the loving heart
well darlings this is the end of the new story. I have no idea whether you'd like it or not but let me know if i made it the right way or not and if you like it or not. i've worte the title now (sorry for lying you i didn't have it) but it just didn't feel good to write it with the first chapter (hope you won't kill me)
You're all smart people so you'll figure out what happened at the end if someone misses it i'll explain it. i won't be here till thursday so you'll have to wait till then for what's puzzling you. Kiitos!
ok others don't get pissed of but i dedicate this one to hardrock69 for being merciful to my retarded hormones yesterday night.
What is friendship?
He’s standing on the cold street watching the fragile snowflakes melting on his palms. He wonders how warm he feels inside despite the freezing air that lurks around. He thinks how fulfill he is in his heart opposite to deserted street he roams on every night.
The black limo threatens the whiteness he’s surrounded by, as it motions to him startled in his mind. The limo stops and he gets inside. He learnt to see in the darkness the green eyes sitting by his side with pale hand resting on the leather he leans on every night.
The car stops and he gets outside. He passes the sharp iron gate in the cold breeze blowing like tide. He listens to the sound of the snow cracking under his eyes. He goes inside the dim hall and strolls to the black room following the slim slouched figure he’s walking behind.
He sits on the bed impatient to be asked some new question sent by the emerald eyes. The crimson lips part a little for a sight they move around but he’s still not asked. The slim man says he doesn’t feel right he sense something ill is walking down his path. The pale sad face with burden on its arms tell him he can stay there tonight if he likes or he can get his money and just walk on with his life. He doesn’t hesitate to look for the right reply he accepts the generous offer of the sorrowful eyes.
What is friendship he’s finally asked. The silence in the air as he steadies his heart for the pale face inspects what he carries inside.
He says it’s this sitting and talking with someone you like.
He thinks it’s the green eyes listening his fragile mind voicing his heart.
He believes it’s patience and understanding for the time that has passed and caring for someone dear who needs you by his side.
It’s pale skin offering him a place on the black bed beside to shed a tear and the grief in his heart.
The green eyes go weary and crushed deep inside they crawl under the sheets shivering there in his sight. The pale skin goes dead cold like the frost is in red mouth’s heart. The blue eyes fill with fear of the death lurking on his arms.
What is the death the deep voice cracks at last.
He says it’s inevitable for everything dies.
He cries it’s an escape from the pain and grief everyone wears inside.
It’s bliss for the souls suffering for a long time.
It’s a common solution for the problems in life seductive for the weak repulsive for the strong hearts.
He screams it’s the only thing that equals all the mankind.
Why is he so afraid to die the voice that goes weaker asks the watery blue eyes. He answers it’s for he’s not found the other half of his loving heart.
The weak green eyes ask what agony is for the blue eyes. He screams it’s this for he ‘s helpless to save the green eyes.
The emerald eyes tell him not to cry for there’s a solution they both long for their entire lives. The watery blue eyes are in quandary what can save them now. The pale skin offers him the choice between two hardnesses. One path leads to richness the blue eyes can save from this wrong life but he’ll never again see the old green eyes. The other road leads to the death of blue eyes but life of the emerald isles.
The blue eyes have to choose to watch his friend as he dies or give his blood and save the green eyes.
He doesn’t think when he leans his neck downwards to the shivering red lines he closes his eyes waiting to sense the death piercing in the vein pulsing on his spine. He shudders the fear and feels the calm in his heart when the ice-cold fingers bring him closer to the cold touch of the silky mouth. Instead of death pain he feels the warm touch his heart reads as a kiss. He turns his head to face the emerald eyes he sees them smiling for the first time. He lifts his fingers to look for his own blood but his neck isn’t open and nothing’s running out.
The beautiful pale face with the jade eyes and mouth red as wine tells him everything’s going to be alright now. The blue eyes asks: “How?” and the green eyes smile “For you have found the missing half of your loving heart.”
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so tell me what you think.
and oh yes i have a new one when i come here on thursday but i'll need your help with it for i don't know how long to make it.
so i'm off and i hope you'll like this one sad but happy story.
You're all smart people so you'll figure out what happened at the end if someone misses it i'll explain it. i won't be here till thursday so you'll have to wait till then for what's puzzling you. Kiitos!
ok others don't get pissed of but i dedicate this one to hardrock69 for being merciful to my retarded hormones yesterday night.
What is friendship?
He’s standing on the cold street watching the fragile snowflakes melting on his palms. He wonders how warm he feels inside despite the freezing air that lurks around. He thinks how fulfill he is in his heart opposite to deserted street he roams on every night.
The black limo threatens the whiteness he’s surrounded by, as it motions to him startled in his mind. The limo stops and he gets inside. He learnt to see in the darkness the green eyes sitting by his side with pale hand resting on the leather he leans on every night.
The car stops and he gets outside. He passes the sharp iron gate in the cold breeze blowing like tide. He listens to the sound of the snow cracking under his eyes. He goes inside the dim hall and strolls to the black room following the slim slouched figure he’s walking behind.
He sits on the bed impatient to be asked some new question sent by the emerald eyes. The crimson lips part a little for a sight they move around but he’s still not asked. The slim man says he doesn’t feel right he sense something ill is walking down his path. The pale sad face with burden on its arms tell him he can stay there tonight if he likes or he can get his money and just walk on with his life. He doesn’t hesitate to look for the right reply he accepts the generous offer of the sorrowful eyes.
What is friendship he’s finally asked. The silence in the air as he steadies his heart for the pale face inspects what he carries inside.
He says it’s this sitting and talking with someone you like.
He thinks it’s the green eyes listening his fragile mind voicing his heart.
He believes it’s patience and understanding for the time that has passed and caring for someone dear who needs you by his side.
It’s pale skin offering him a place on the black bed beside to shed a tear and the grief in his heart.
The green eyes go weary and crushed deep inside they crawl under the sheets shivering there in his sight. The pale skin goes dead cold like the frost is in red mouth’s heart. The blue eyes fill with fear of the death lurking on his arms.
What is the death the deep voice cracks at last.
He says it’s inevitable for everything dies.
He cries it’s an escape from the pain and grief everyone wears inside.
It’s bliss for the souls suffering for a long time.
It’s a common solution for the problems in life seductive for the weak repulsive for the strong hearts.
He screams it’s the only thing that equals all the mankind.
Why is he so afraid to die the voice that goes weaker asks the watery blue eyes. He answers it’s for he’s not found the other half of his loving heart.
The weak green eyes ask what agony is for the blue eyes. He screams it’s this for he ‘s helpless to save the green eyes.
The emerald eyes tell him not to cry for there’s a solution they both long for their entire lives. The watery blue eyes are in quandary what can save them now. The pale skin offers him the choice between two hardnesses. One path leads to richness the blue eyes can save from this wrong life but he’ll never again see the old green eyes. The other road leads to the death of blue eyes but life of the emerald isles.
The blue eyes have to choose to watch his friend as he dies or give his blood and save the green eyes.
He doesn’t think when he leans his neck downwards to the shivering red lines he closes his eyes waiting to sense the death piercing in the vein pulsing on his spine. He shudders the fear and feels the calm in his heart when the ice-cold fingers bring him closer to the cold touch of the silky mouth. Instead of death pain he feels the warm touch his heart reads as a kiss. He turns his head to face the emerald eyes he sees them smiling for the first time. He lifts his fingers to look for his own blood but his neck isn’t open and nothing’s running out.
The beautiful pale face with the jade eyes and mouth red as wine tells him everything’s going to be alright now. The blue eyes asks: “How?” and the green eyes smile “For you have found the missing half of your loving heart.”
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so tell me what you think.
and oh yes i have a new one when i come here on thursday but i'll need your help with it for i don't know how long to make it.
so i'm off and i hope you'll like this one sad but happy story.