flutefrog
She looked into his eyes, searching in the blue, striving to feel the truth. What used to wade at the water's surface was now buried deep into the blue. "what is the truth?" she thought to herself as she tried to read the boy's eyes
The two roads spread out in front of her. So many possibilities for each, she thought. What should she choose? It seemed impossible to decide which way to go, so the girl closed her eyes and spun in place. Feeling disoriented and blind, the girl unseeingly placed a foot in one direction and walked on, having made her choice.
She forced her eyes into his and opened her mouth. The days of silence were done. She had to speak to him. He looked at her questionably, curiosity aligning his face as she spoke her first word. It was quick and unsure, but she spoke her second with more confidence. She told him what she had to say, each tumbling word gaining more purpose and flight. He listened as she spoke her thoughts, and he was thankful.
It swiveled and spun, shaking his hand. It suddenly stopped and the boy looked in the direction of the pointing red arrow. It was time to take the first step in the new direction.
A burst of emotional energy, so strong and unexpected. It spreads through her sea blue eyes and down her face, ruining her cheeks and crinkling her eyes.
He looked into her eyes, filling her heart with a sea of emotion. "Promise?" The words traveled softly and sweetly. The girl cracked a wide, earthly grin. "promise."
It was needed. They had to do it. Everyone was expecting it. The boy and girl stared into each others' eyes, looking for emotion. The audience watched as the two embraced, arms and lips on top of one another.
Every sound, sight, and feeling all contributed to the experience, the select time that would be remembered.
He gives us a place in our lives, a way to live and a figure to look up to. He is inspiration, He is the guide, He is the light. He lives above us all, watching and loving.
She held the tea cup firmly in between her index finger and thumb. To keep her hand from skating, she tensed her hand. She had to look calm. She had to look controlled. The girl placed the tea cup gently on the table.
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