Days pass by endlessly , and she lost count of them , each merely drowned with sorrow and murderous rage . She took out a cigarette from the packet and slipped it between her parched , torn lips . The flame from the lighter flickered as she held it close to her lips , drawing warmth from the light she had . The smoke dissipated into her lungs as she took a deep long drag . The menthol filled her head like drugs , the nicotine biting into her willpower , leaving her gasping for more . She shove the change into her jumper pocket and stepped out of the shop .
The cold biting air did nothing to her numb skin . She slipped her hand into her pocket , the other, still holding the cigarette between her fingers . Her hands were shaking , her lips quivering . Was it from the cold ? Or the rage ? The little conscious she had kept her awake enough to continue walking down the lane . Snow fell softly onto the whitish ground below and a slight chill hung in the air . People walk past her like nothing ever went wrong in their perfect little lives , like everything has always been there when they wanted it . She shook her head and slipped further into her own trapped , corrupted little mind .
She hopped over the fence easily , sliding down to the cold grass lawn . She sunk into her thoughts , her eyes red and worn out . When suddenly he came .
It was like the world had become brighter . Like her heart would swell up so much it would burst inside her and she would feel no pain . Her blood sang as she stood up . She had a swagger in her first step . She smiled . When did love ever feel like this ? The way it would make a heart stop in a fraction of a second . The way it would make one's life feel perfect by just looking at them . She looked at him . From his soft hair , to his brown eyes . She watched as his fingers traced her waist , pulling her closer to him . She could feel the passion burning within them in that moment .
Nothing else mattered . She dropped her cigarette and heard it sizzle to death on the snow covered ground . For all the mattered she doesnt care . She doesnt care if all the crumpled money in her pocket was the only thing that was going to keep her alive from now . She doesnt care if the cigarette she took was the trigger to her death . All that mattered was right here . Right now . In this moment , where everything else couldnt have mattered .
She found her fingers entangled in his hair as they embraced each other . The lust was flying in the air as he slowly pursed his lips and touched hers . He slipped his fingers into her dark , tangled hair , and pulled her closer . Their passion was vibrant and strong . Their tongues swirled and danced around , and without even using words , she was already telling him everything that went wrong with her life . The arguments , the lack of money . Everything fell into place . Into that one moment .
' It doesnt matter . ' he whispered .
And she believed him . She believed him with everything she could . Who cared is the world would crumble to pieces ? Who cares if nothing had gone right for her ? At least something did . The one thing that made her complete , her other perfect half of the circle . She smiled , like she has never done in such a long time , she almost forgot how to . He caressed her cheek with the back of his hand , whispering that everything was going to be okay . She listened and nodded to it , like it was a trance music . She was tangled up in his beautiful voice . The one that made her calm , the addiction worst than her cigarettes . She broke down whenever she was with him . He knew everything about her . He was the key to her heart , the light of her soul , however cliche it sounded .
When they broke apart , she realized tears were streaming down her cheeks .
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The sky, it burns itself out,
so take a picture of his cross...
a life once given
for a life not lived, is a life still lost
so take a glimpse of her heart
of a love once believed,
a hope once forgotten.
analyse her feelings, and RIP them apart...
Leave her body dry, but not till she starts to rot
- Putera Zamir (: . Weeee ~
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Nicole (:
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