Sunday, November 23, 2008 . 2:21 PM
Vague piece...It rains again.
Slowly… every drop… just like the sound of footsteps walking away…
Cold wind starts to find its way through the window in front of her.
It feels like pain.
The girl looks down at the music sheets lying deadly on the table. She has played them before… the songs he wrote for her, named after every memory they had together. How romantic… she thinks and can’t help letting out a bitter smile. Raindrops throw themselves harder through the open window, leaving wet smearing marks on the paper. A sense of death brushes through her mind. "They are drops of blood…" she opened her heart to him like the windows open themselves to the rain knowing the rain wouldn’t bring any good. That person… the first person who gave her feelings… also the first person who dug a nail into her heart…
She wonders what she has been doing during the past three years. She knew her heart… she thought she knew her fate… she knew she loved him… every second… every minute… she knew how she would be with him forever… She knew everyone was against her love for him… she knew every single night he tiptoed through the front door, thinking she must have gone to bed. She knew every time he went out drinking but lied that he had some business meeting. Perhaps she knew ways too many things.
She just didn’t know one important thing …his heart…
The cold air taps violently on her back. She coughs, feeling weaker and weaker. The blood inside her throat tastes dreadfully bitter. She no longer wants to die. The reason… simply it’s because she’s no longer the foolish girl of 3 years ago…
Dragging her feet towards the kitchen, silence surrounds her as if to crush her between its heartless fingers. She can even imagine the fingers with their wedding ring that sometimes he left in the bathroom… the fingers that once caressed her face… once filled the empty spots between her fingers…
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*forgotten parts*