Author: steffxnie PM
We made a vow once, remember? We made a promise to the world.Rated: Fiction K+ - English - Hurt/Comfort - Words: 368 - Reviews: 6 - Favs: 1 - Published: 05-15-10 - Status: Complete - id: 2807169
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We were at the top of the world, remember? There were cities, flashing lights, and we sat watching them flicker under our dangling legs. All those cars on highways, the city lights were beckoning, beckoning to us. Parties, red wine, cashmere. I remembered how we laughed at the request, at those people who thought they were having the times of their lives – who thought they were living. I ceased the smile that had formed on my lips and sneaked a peak at you. Your nose was high, your eyes were dark; you knew everything.
We were in the crowd, remember? But we were not among them. Pretense, pretense; it was the best game ever. They never suspected anything, did they now. We were in our own world, far away, while everyone else lived like puppets. We gave them what they wanted, did what we were supposed to do. But we stole away and they never knew. We savored a secret, a dream under the sky. Your eyes twinkled like the stars above, and I had never felt so free.
We were not alone, remember? Even when you were down, or were searching endlessly for something forgotten. The world didn't leave you, we abandoned them. We weren't lost, or insecure. I knew that because I had felt small too. But we were alive, while they were still seeking for a reason, a meaning in life; and that was all that mattered.
We made a vow once, remember? Before you decided that you had enough and turned away. You swore that you would show the world what we saw, what we knew. There were still clashes of glasses, still shallowness in colored liquids. This place was enough; when I started to follow, you were long gone.
Remember? We made a promise to the world. I didn't realize what it sounded like then. But a promise is still a promise. One day you will sigh, and follow your footsteps; back to me, back to where we started. We shall make an attempt, however feeble it is, and however ambitious our wishes are, we shall change everything.
Even if it means only in the world of our own.