Post by Fractured Princess on Dec 25, 2006 19:37:10 GMT 10
A/N: Sorry for the long wait... But at least you guess can get a chrissy present off me... This. Here's an update... Finally. ^^;
P.S: There is more coming... So yeah, Twill be edited and this part here will be taken out. ^^ Enjoy!
EULOGY
By Mekka Angel
Cold sweat ran down my face as I sat upright that morning; the dream had felt so real. I could smell the lightly burning candles in my room that had long burnt out now, even the fingers running through my hair lingered... As though he was still here...
I rose and made my way into the bathroom, turning the taps as I felt rather then heard my clothes slip to my feet and brush my ankles. I stepped under the warm jets of water. The feel of the warm rivers running down my body caused me to shiver as I ran my fingers through my now heavy, chin-length locks of meant-to-be wavy ebony and shut my violet eyes.
Memories came flooding back to me. Memories of our younger selves; Nicholi and I; when we were friends... When we were together again.
My throat ceased up and my eyes clamped shut.
Locking my fingers in my hair, a cry escaped my mouth as my knees gave out and jarred as they collided with a snap against the porcelain tiles.
It took me a while before I could stand with the pain shooting up and down my legs, spawning from my knees; but I made it to my room - eventually - and heaved on my dresser until the drawer I was clutching clashed to my feet and spilled its contents across the floor.
I tugged at a pair of difficult denims and began packing the rest, emptying draw after draw of my clothing into my suitcase. I needed to go back, I needed to return home and see someone - ANYONE - a familiar face.
P.S: There is more coming... So yeah, Twill be edited and this part here will be taken out. ^^ Enjoy!
EULOGY
By Mekka Angel
Cold sweat ran down my face as I sat upright that morning; the dream had felt so real. I could smell the lightly burning candles in my room that had long burnt out now, even the fingers running through my hair lingered... As though he was still here...
I rose and made my way into the bathroom, turning the taps as I felt rather then heard my clothes slip to my feet and brush my ankles. I stepped under the warm jets of water. The feel of the warm rivers running down my body caused me to shiver as I ran my fingers through my now heavy, chin-length locks of meant-to-be wavy ebony and shut my violet eyes.
Memories came flooding back to me. Memories of our younger selves; Nicholi and I; when we were friends... When we were together again.
My throat ceased up and my eyes clamped shut.
Locking my fingers in my hair, a cry escaped my mouth as my knees gave out and jarred as they collided with a snap against the porcelain tiles.
It took me a while before I could stand with the pain shooting up and down my legs, spawning from my knees; but I made it to my room - eventually - and heaved on my dresser until the drawer I was clutching clashed to my feet and spilled its contents across the floor.
I tugged at a pair of difficult denims and began packing the rest, emptying draw after draw of my clothing into my suitcase. I needed to go back, I needed to return home and see someone - ANYONE - a familiar face.