|Of Memories, Love, and Heart Ache
Author: MisSurreal De'ville PM
Aria sat there waiting. She waited and waited. Day in and day out, she prayed her love would return. As her eyes lost its gleam, and her hair lost its sheen, the air filled with the distinct taste of gloom. Aria was loosing hope, but hope had other plans.Rated: Fiction T - English - Romance/Drama - Chapters: 7 - Words: 3,712 - Reviews: 6 - Published: 07-03-09 - id: 2692454
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Author Note: Well, here you go! My first ever story!! (with a prologue and chapters and stuff like that) Well, it was a random idea. I just typed and typed and typed and this was born! Though I do like how it turned out. Well, I've got nothing else to say, so viola! Read and enjoy dearies!!
"How long has she been like that?"
"Two days over the limit."
A look of shared sympathy passed through the two boys.
"Not even for the bathroom?"
"If she doesn't move to eat, what makes you think she's gonna move to shower?"
"I meant to pee, dork-wad."
"Well, you should've said restroom, you big oaf."
Glaring at each other they both took fighting stances; each prepared to kill the other.
"Will you two idiots stop your annoying banter? Aria's our concern now, not you dopes." The newest arrival then proceeded to clang the boys' heads together.
"Oww!! That hurt!!" They simultaneously glared at the evil-doer.
"Hn." Brushing off their glares, he stared ahead, watching the girl. She sat all alone on the windowed porch, staring out at the forest with a lost look. "How long has it been?"
Ignoring their soon-to-be fight, they shared the sympathetic look again and one answered, "A week. He said 5 days, but she hasn't giving up. It's kind of pitiful, not to mention pathetic."
"Eh, so what? I think it's kind of romantic. How she waits there, ever so faithful, even though the time limit's clearly been passed."
"Yea, yea. Aren't you the gay one?"
"And what if I am?"
"You're more in touch with your feminine side, so your opinion in this 'manly' conversation doesn't matter."
"Says the pervert." Rolling his liquid-silver eyes, he moved the dirty blond hair out of his face.
"At least I like girls!" The honey-eyed, blackish blue haired retorted with quite a flustered face.
"Both of you shut up! Our sister's out there waiting for him to return. She barely ate. She hasn't bathed. And she hasn't slept in a week!! One whole friggin week!! And what do her so-called brothers do? They fight with each other and do nothing else concerning her. Shame on you!!" He pierced them with his glare; onyx eyes narrowed.
"You're just saying that 'cause you bisexual!"
"No, you dip-sticks. I'm saying that because it's true. She's out there moping and here you doofs are arguing. I'm ashamed to call you my brothers." He shook his silvery locks in shame and turn towards his brothers.
"Fine." The two younger ones surrendered and went back to the task at hand.
All three boys turned their attention to their sister. A petite red-head sat on the windowed porch; her green eyes glued to the forest before her. She'd been sitting there for a whole week without moving, too scared to miss her chance. He was missing. And she just couldn't bare it.
Her brothers watched from afar as she slowly lost herself even more. Her eyes were losing they're happy gleam and the aura around her was so full of gloom. But what could they do? This was all his fault! If he hadn't gone missing, if he hadn't taking that mission, their sister would be inside with them. She'd be there, laughing and enjoying her hot cocoa, probably even yelling at them. But she wasn't. And it was all his fault.
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