Author: Laila14 PM
He came into her life like a whirlwind. Wreaking havoc to her simple & tedious life. He was wild, he was free, he was himself. And that was exactly what attracted her to him. He smiled through every victory and wept through every loss. With him, there was no laughter without tears; no peace without war. There was no him without her... Or so she thought.Rated: Fiction T - English - Romance/Hurt/Comfort - Words: 1,051 - Reviews: 2 - Published: 11-03-12 - Status: Complete - id: 3071193
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Her hair thrashed across her back alongside the might of the winds as she whipped her head around. The dull thrum of her heart turned into an explosion of unexpressed emotions. She gazed at the world behind her; the world she'd undoubtedly be leaving behind.
The bare trees were silhouetted by the fog that hung low and clasped to the living. She stood among the darkness that consumed all that inhabited it wholly. She was surrounded by that darkness, so darkness she became. The pale light of the moon cast its shadows upon her, engulfing her mind, body and soul.
Just as he once had.
A small tear made its way down the curves of her face. She promised herself she wouldn't do this after coming so far.
But she had to; she needed to feel the satisfaction of leaving it all behind. She needed to show them that she still had control over her life, and they couldn't do anything about it. This was her only way. Earlier she would have spat in their faces. But that was then and this was now, and now she was finished with everything.
Hushed, she stood, observing the everlasting beauty of this world of hers: forgotten, hidden and unappreciated.
Her body was still, though every now and again a silent sort of sob shook her whole being. It shook her, inside and out. She craved it, and she needed it. There was a sickeningly sweet pain amidst the sorrow, and she'd rather feel pain than nothing at all. She was tired of being numb. Anything was better than the numbness that gnawed at her hollow core, the slow unknown assassin.
When had it all gone wrong? When had happiness distanced itself from her, so that she could only imagine how it felt in her wildest dreams? When had the feelings she used to express openly begin to pile up behind the façade that was her smile?
When he came into her life.
He took it all away, leaving as fast as he entered. Sometimes she wondered if this was all a dream, now being the part where she'd wake up drenched in sweat, baffled by the depths of her imagination. But not even in those depths was she that lucky.
He came into her life like a whirlwind, wreaking havoc to her simple and tedious life. He was wild, he was free, and he was himself. Maybe it was that very freedom that attracted him to her. He smiled through every victory and wept through every loss. With him, there was no laughter without tears; no peace without war; there was no one without the other. He taught her how to smile with meaning and how to cry her sorrows away. He taught her how to live and how to love. And she learned, happily. All she needed was him, or so she thought. She knew all good things came to an end. But she didn't know that they would rip her apart into tiny shreds so that she'd be unable to put them back together, no matter how hard she tried.
All the feelings for him that she kept locked inside, exploded out of her like a broken dam. The wet drops of unrequited love crept their way out of her bloodshot eyes and imprinted themselves upon her cheeks. He said it was love, and he said they would be forever and always.
She shook her head in denial, trying to convince the world, trying to convince herself. It wasn't her fault, it was never her fault. He had said 'I love you' first. He had said 'forever'.
It wasn't real. It was a lie. The love was a lie.
Forever was a lie.
She took a step forward. Towards the impending tragedy that would be her death. Tragedy was such a difficult word, wasn't it? A tragedy was an event that would undoubtedly evoke sadness. If she died, would anyone care? Would someone shed tears for her? Would he even give her a second thought?
Of course not, she scoffed at herself. He had her, and that was all he needed.
Death reared its ugly head at her; it was so close but so far away. So very close, she could almost taste it. A sweet feel erupted in the back of her mouth: a sweetness like his kiss. Gentle, yet demanding. Experienced yet, curious.
Her vision was blurred by the lethal liquid in her eyes. Though, if she was able to see properly, she'd be sure that he'd be standing behind her; coaxing her to take another step. Convincing her to fall, telling her that it wouldn't hurt, not one bit. Then when she'd come crashing down she'd realize just how many lies he fed to her, in the guise of love. He had done it before, and wouldn't hesitate to do it again.
She took another step, an explosion waiting to detonate. Why was that, she sometimes wondered, but she couldn't be able to forget, and he knew that.
There were so many truths she tried to forget, but most of all, was that she loved him, to this very day. Perhaps she was not worth as much as his love. Maybe that was why God was punishing her so.
She could almost see over the edge now. The dizziness knocked her in the side of the head and a sudden rush entered her body as she inched forward.
Her time was almost up.
But she deserved this, after all, she was the other woman.
She reached the edge of the cliff. The blackness seemed to go on forever; there was no going back now.
"Hello…" a dry whisper made itself out of her clammy throat.
Hello, heartbreak. Hello, misery. Hello, death. She opened her arms in welcome of the spirit of death that loomed over her.
And with that, she took her last step forward and fell.
Goodbye, heartbreak. Goodbye, misery.
A deafening thud rang out as her body hit the ground.
A/N: Thanks for reading. Just to clarify, yes, this is just a one-shot.
EDITED - 14/04/13
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