Fiction

There is a boy 

And there is a girl. 

Their love for each other 

Is so vast 

They would walk 

this is what i call "the idea of it" for a play i'm coming up with! it's basically the kind of intriguing summary you'd find on a book's jacket cover haha.

The wind blows in my face, and I shiver. It's so miserably cold. I feel soft, little things pelting my coat. Lifting my hands, I reach them out and find little white dots speckling them.

If I rubbed a magic lamp, if I gained a genie...

What would I wish for?

I would wish for this to stop.

All this violence that never ever ends.

But...

Every wish has consequences.

I stopped here. I ceased my walking and stood here, for as long as I needed to be until they came. I wait for them. They haven't come yet.

I finger a rich, dark green leaf, dappled with sunlight. Running my fingers over the rough bark of an oak tree, I lift my head towards the sunlight. The sun warms me down to my toes, and I scoop up handfuls of dirt.

The harsh, cruel blue light of the moon shone over my face. I once saw it as beautiful and gentle, but I don’t anymore. My hair had countless pins and hairclips in it, so many that it was almost a half of my hair.

The wind whipped her hood, and I saw a glimpse of her onyx eyes and gently pink lips. She turned towards me, holding her dark black cloak together. Those eyes were so familiar, yet I couldn't place them.

The first thing I saw were orbs of midnight blue, specks of white swirling in their depths like the night sky. Iridescent circles, layered one upon the other, surrounded the eyes.

The ominous clouds meandered in the sky, lightning electrocuting the air while Philip grimaced on his bed– or soon to be deathbed.

“Roger that– I’ll meet you there to discuss the suspects” buzzed Officer Spormore’s voice through my walkie-talkie as I sat down in the meeting room in the police station.

Breath. You have to breathe to make it through the second. Through the minute. Through the hour. Through the day. Through the week. Through the month. Through the year. Through your lifetime.