I'll Be Back for You
Was told by my English teacher to write more as writing is really important. I am not the best writer, so I thought I should give myself more exposure to writing.
I debated with myself on whether or not I should post this story up since it's partly personal. It is a fiction. Also, this post does not suit the tone of my blog. Ahh well, I just wanted to express certain emotions with words and so I came up with this story.
Lastly, it is emo. If you don't like emo, please do not read it. XD
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"It's alright," you said, your eyes looking calmly into mine. "It's not the end. I'll always be there for you. There is always a next time. Don't give up. It will be alright." Those words echoed inside my head. They sounded so promising, so full of hope, yet, so tenuous on the inside.
The world seemed still then; a complete serenity surrounded us, where nothing could be heard besides the soft, swirling wind that carried your gentle voice away with it. Gazing into the depths of your eyes, I searched for that same peace, that calmness you possessed deep within your soul. What made you so certain, so assured? I looked into the very depths of my heart, only to find that there was but just an ounce of confidence I have in you. What if this is the end? What if tomorrow I'll never see you again? What if…what if…
"You promise?" I asked softly, my voice quavered at the furious beatings of my heart. I could feel the tears creeping up to my sore eyes, just yearning to cascade down my flushed cheeks.
"I promise," you answered definitely. "Don't worry about it anymore, okay? I promised you," I felt those long, slender arms encircling my waist, pulling me into a long embrace. "Believe in me."
I did. But where has this led me? Have you forgotten? I heard my conscience warning me saying that those words were nothing but empty, deceiving words - meant nothing more than the intention to assuage one from the distress and sadness one is experiencing. Sniffling at the tears that trickled down my face, I pulled at the soft linen covers, and shifted to my right as I lie on my bed, staring into the plain, white walls. With my fingers, I traced your name in cursive across the uneven surface of the walls.
Nine months since you left me, but those words would always reverberate in my head; on and on, until you're here, by my side…once again. I have not forgotten; I am waiting. Because amongst the boisterous and ongoing debate in me, the voice in my heart rang loudest of them all, and it said, "Believe in him."
I debated with myself on whether or not I should post this story up since it's partly personal. It is a fiction. Also, this post does not suit the tone of my blog. Ahh well, I just wanted to express certain emotions with words and so I came up with this story.
Lastly, it is emo. If you don't like emo, please do not read it. XD
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"It's alright," you said, your eyes looking calmly into mine. "It's not the end. I'll always be there for you. There is always a next time. Don't give up. It will be alright." Those words echoed inside my head. They sounded so promising, so full of hope, yet, so tenuous on the inside.
The world seemed still then; a complete serenity surrounded us, where nothing could be heard besides the soft, swirling wind that carried your gentle voice away with it. Gazing into the depths of your eyes, I searched for that same peace, that calmness you possessed deep within your soul. What made you so certain, so assured? I looked into the very depths of my heart, only to find that there was but just an ounce of confidence I have in you. What if this is the end? What if tomorrow I'll never see you again? What if…what if…
"You promise?" I asked softly, my voice quavered at the furious beatings of my heart. I could feel the tears creeping up to my sore eyes, just yearning to cascade down my flushed cheeks.
"I promise," you answered definitely. "Don't worry about it anymore, okay? I promised you," I felt those long, slender arms encircling my waist, pulling me into a long embrace. "Believe in me."
I did. But where has this led me? Have you forgotten? I heard my conscience warning me saying that those words were nothing but empty, deceiving words - meant nothing more than the intention to assuage one from the distress and sadness one is experiencing. Sniffling at the tears that trickled down my face, I pulled at the soft linen covers, and shifted to my right as I lie on my bed, staring into the plain, white walls. With my fingers, I traced your name in cursive across the uneven surface of the walls.
Nine months since you left me, but those words would always reverberate in my head; on and on, until you're here, by my side…once again. I have not forgotten; I am waiting. Because amongst the boisterous and ongoing debate in me, the voice in my heart rang loudest of them all, and it said, "Believe in him."
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