hergruesomeprint
Ambling around the park, I stopped motionless as I saw him again in 5 months. I went sterile but my hammering chest and my magnified vision of him with eyes filled with an orgy of sensation at her. He never looked at me with such fondness. Trying to inveigle myself that it bears no effect in me, waves of unbridled pain washed over as light wintry breeze brushed past.
And even if everyday it’s there I still feel the same nostalgia running whenever I see it. All there’s left is this rocker with its bleak color as old as time. It even outlasted her. As I rock myself back and forth, memories come to life like an old roll of film playing backwards. I close my eyes as tears fall down. I miss her. No. I refuse to believe the rocker is all there is left. I have our memories. And as long as I have it, she lives. [...]
Even now every cell in my body still tremble in horror. "It's a beautiful night" he said when I feel his warm, soft hands gently caressing my face reassuring me. My lip curls-up in a smile knowing I couldn't be any safer than being beside him. Cold breeze brushes my face as I lean my head against his shoulder; I feel serenity. The night entirely blankets the sky with glinting stars hanging freely. I slowly closed my eyes until everything turned pitch black. It is beautiful night indeed.