|When it Fades
Author: The Melissa Occult PM
This is my version of a 'G,'or should I say 'K' XD, rated summary.Rated: Fiction K+ - English - Romance/Supernatural - Words: 1,094 - Reviews: 2 - Published: 02-27-07 - Status: Complete - id: 2326493
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A/N: Do they still do author's notes? hmmm... everything has changed and it seems that eveything on this site seems to have become offensive towards the writers. I tried to upload my stories, for the first time since the update, and it told me that I could not because I had not agreed to their terms and read their rules of proper writing. -- My account has been on here since '04, don't three years of dedication mean anything? Sure, all I had to do was click a little button, but I still felt let down and violated. This site used to be, at least for me and the people I knew back in the day, a place where we could come to NOT conform to society. The guidlines were guidlines and nothing more. -sigh- things change. It used to be, the people who wrote ill-intentioned pieces were criticized by the community, flamed and what not. I guess that's not kosher anymore. Sure it wasn't nice, but believe me, some deserved it I half expect to receive an email from a ficpres moderator telling me that they are doing everything possible to keep us happy blah blah blah... I don't want that kind of letter -- I know you try, but don't bother me with it. I wonder if any of the pre '05 writers are still in existance...
"No, there are no trains anymore." The evening sun glowed against her face. A cool autumn breeze had been waving her hair around for hours. Everything smelled of autumn, that spicy smell of orange leaves and rich earth slowly freezing.
She stopped and looked at me, "So where are we going anyways?" Always so full of questions. A loose hair blew itself between her cracked lips; I brushed it out for her. Girls' lips shouldn't be so chapped and dry; they should be moist and red with watermelon lip-gloss...
"We're going to the end of the line." The gravel crunched beneath my shoes. She hopped from tie to tie. I looked up at the sky and saw the clouds painted purple, red, and orange.
"What will we do when we get to the end?" Now balancing on the left track.
"I don't know," I told her. She hopped off and sat down beneath a huge old oak tree.
"Let's stay here a little while."
"Okay." I sat down in the grass beside her and watched the sky shift colors and shapes. Slowly, everything changes, even us.
"Is it true that we're the last people?" She asked me.
"I couldn't tell you, as far as I know, we are the last."
"That's sad; I wonder where everyone else went?"
I tore open a pack of crackers, "Want one?"
"Thanks," she took one and started eating. "Do you think that this is the last box of Ritz crackers on the Earth?"
"That's sad. I think that it's even sadder than all of the people being gone."
"You're silly sometimes, you know that?"
She grinned at me. She was a few years younger than I and she still wore her old school uniform. She'd tried to keep it looking nice through all we'd been through.
"See that star setting in the sky over there?" I pointed to a tiny dot on the horizon. "It's still too bright out to see it clearly, but if you try really hard…"
"I think I can see it." She squinted in the direction I was pointing.
"Just above those trees out there, to the right a little bit and up."
"Oh yes, I see it now."
"That's Jupiter, the greatest planet in our solar system. It's a very lonely thing though…"
"Because it could have been a sun if only it had been bigger."
"Oh… that's kind of like us. Maybe everybody'd still be here if we'd have been bigger. We could have been suns too."
"That's pretty deep for being 14."
"I'm only a few years younger than you." She stuck her tongue out at me and looked away. But then she got a sad look in her eyes, "It's hard not to think about that kind of deep stuff now."
"Yeah, I know what you mean. It's like we have the weight of all those missing hearts on our shoulders…"
"Hah! I'm being deep?" she smiled at me now, "Let's think of happier things for a while."
"Okay, you want to spend the night here?"
"Sure, the night always smells nicer under trees."
"Yeah, but the acorns hurt." I always had to be the sarcastic one and dampen the mood.
"Yeah… It's been getting colder at night."
Neither of us said anything for a few minutes.
"I don't want to sleep by myself anymore…" She said to me. I looked at her; she was looking down at something past her feet. Her cheeks were cherry red from more than the cold. "I want it to be like when we first met and I was scared."
"Are you still scared?"
"That you won't be there some morning… and I'll be the only person left. I-I couldn't take it." She started crying so I set down the sleeping bag I was unrolling and I hugged her.
"I'm not going to go anywhere."
"How can you be so sure?" she asked with tears running down her cheeks. (Like dew running down roses.)
I brushed her tears off; they were cold from the dying season's air. "I won't go because this is the only place I can be. The only way I can exist is the way I am now."
"But we're getting older! One of us is going to die first and I don't want that to happen."
I kissed the limp brown hair and looked into her sparkling brown eyes. It's tears that make a girl beautiful.
"No," I told her.
I looked up at the sky, "I don't think that we're going to die. I don't know if I've ever told you this, but I think that you are beautiful."
She hugged me close and we slept side by side beneath the trees beneath the stars.