lifesmedley
I stare at the boy. They say he has fractures in his skull from the blow. "He won't make it past the night," they keep murmuring to themselves. I hear it all. I always do. Even when I do not know the person, I hear. I guess that's the life of a spirit living in a hospital. I wonder if he'll join me. It'd be nice to have a companion, and he's cute.
Out of all the persons in this room, he caught my eye. He wasn't spectacular, though. Rather opposite of that, actually. His lanky body was easily pushed aside from the tougher, buffer guys, and he reeked of cologne. His glasses were falling off of his nose, and his hair was slick with sweat. And yet I found myself walking towards him, rose in hand.
He sure was keen on getting the girl. Every day and night, he would message me about new plans he had on winning her heart. It was getting tedious and tiring, but I listened and told him the earnest truth: he was crazy. Not that he cared for my opinion. Love is a strange emotion, and he - why, he was even stranger.
He was the mayor, the top guy, the head honcho. But he was still my ex, my first lover in high school, my first heartbreak, my first chance at happily-ever-after. He changed, though, in those few years. His smile was no longer sincere, more tired and stressed than anything else. I only wanted to help him, though. Wasn't death better than this?
They pat me on the shoulder, telling me "good luck" and "way to go, man". I smile weakly at them and nod, but I fail to see the luck in this. She is gorgeous, pure, sweet - perfect. But she is not who I want. The real person I want... he is not allowed in here. He is not allowed anywhere near me anymore. And all I want to do is tell him that I'm sorry.
It was a grand wedding, paid by the groom's wealthy parents. I watched as the guests poured in, one by one, happy faces scattered in the room. But I could not go in. No, they would not want the groom's affair in there... Who would?
That was the final straw. Time after time, she let him get away with this. The late calls, the early escapes, the excuses as to why he wasn't at dinner. But not anymore, not any longer. As she stared at him through the window, laughing with a nameless woman, she took her last look at him. This would be the last time she ever saw him.
It was a brief moment, but it was long enough for their eyes to meet and sparks to fly. Perhaps more could've escalated had he been alone and not with a girl. Perhaps more could've escalated had she not had that band around her finger. Or perhaps it was never meant to be.
When she looked up, she noticed it there, in plain sight: a nest. She watched as the little birds gathered around the incoming mother, crowding her for the food she held. She thought of the little bundle of joy inside of her, and if she too would finally be needed once she had someone to care for. She laughed a little in wonder, then walked away.
writing since 2012 · 9 entries · 8 days shown up
each square is a day—lit means Amy showed up.
4longest streak
8days written
4.8entries / week
the words Amy reaches for
watchedwondercould'veescalatedgirlanymorelongergroom'sroomlucksmileallowednighthearnoticedplain