She cuddled close. She felt him closer than ever. Because he caught her when she was falling. Because he was keeping her from falling again. Because now he was sitting next to her, on the cold sand and was watching the sea with her.
- Nothing is changed, just me. I change with every storm. And nothing seems the same no more… nothing. Just the rusting leaves in the forest where the trees sing.
He looked back to the little forest they passed through some time ago. That small forest which was his world and where he could escape everything… but not from her. Because the trees sang her song. Sang her song for him.
- Sing your song for me. Sing it, like you always did before. I love it! – he looked her and smiled. – Come on, sing your song for me, please.
“Sing your song for me, like you always did before. And I will be waiting for you here, on this sea shore, where nothing will ever change…”
She smiled back and started singing. She was singing quietly, so that just they could hear the love ballad. She was singing for him. She was singing her song for him.
“See I don’t think I need to feel
just as long as you are here”
She stopped and lost herself in thoughts for a while.
- So funny, isn’t it, everything’s been done before, yet it feels new to me once more. That “I’m here”, those words…
- The breeze in the forest trees singing your song for me. Will you sing your song for me always?
31.03.2008
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10 comments:
awwww.. this is a sweet little story, beautiful.. just beautiful.
BYW what should i call ya.. it'd be easier for me to comment with a name to go by, it feels right to address the comment though its obvious who i speak to..
Aw, you can call me Sil. :)
I'm glad you like it, it took me something like 3 weeks to get a clear picture of how I would like the story to look and feel. :D
thats awesome Sil, its pretty cool how peoples minds work, sometimes a story comes like nothing, others its meant to dwell, to conceive perfection.
Most of the things I write take time to develop in my head.. the Passion Colors Everything one is an idea I had for two years almost. I just needed the push from the song and lyrics to write it...
The Porcelain Doll is quite the opposite, it came from nowhere, but it turned out quite a good story. I think it's the best way I can express my view towards women nowadays. :)
Cool, i'm confused, as Porcelain Doll seems to be separate from the top part.. it seems unfinished, is it finished??
It is separate, I just feel those two as connected things.
The Porcelain Doll is finished, yes. :)
okay, thanks Sil, I'll start reading ASAP, then for the rest of them :P
Whenever you have time :P
i almost always do Sil
youre a true talent, this is an amazing story, just like the rest...
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