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Once within a song, a music lover and a broken man fell from the sky. It changed their lives forever.
And no matter what life path we choose, fate always has the final say.
No one can truly soothe your fears, your tears, your Rolodex of emotions. No one can truly make it right, fix the wrong, or make your dreams come true. Only you.
Pity fate couldn’t talk. If it could, I would’ve heard the reply: She’s your beginning. Your end. Your salvation.
Loneliness is the stalker you’ve been running from, the parent you’ve been hiding from, the disappointment you’ve been escaping from. It’s a sticky entity crouching in your heart, filling your soul with echoes, carving out your hope with ten thousand spades of hollowness. Empty, so, so empty.
Love doesn’t live in first glances. Life doesn’t dwell in second chances. Our path exists in unseen messages.
Who willingly choose a life of loneliness because she was too afraid to risk sharing herself with others?
Have you ever tried and failed, leapt and fell, believed and floundered? Defeat comes swift. Tragedy strikes fast. The world is dangerous, monstrous, unthinkable. But the unthinkable is where magic exists. Hidden between unthought thoughts and unspoken verses.
The unthinkable is where greatness exists.
And regret and guilt only hurt the living with no power to bring back the dead.
She snorted. “You’re such a drama llama.” I turned rigid. “What did you just call me?” “A drama llama.” A smirk teased her lips. “I saw it online awhile back. I thought it was kind of funny.” “Did you seriously just call me a llama?” “Well, you did say you’d been called worse.” “Not a bloody barn animal.”
Adults didn’t know what they were doing—we were just good at faking it.
I loved the way he made me feel as if everything he ever needed dwelled right inside my soul.
I was completely at her mercy. I might be the one touching her body, drawing physical desire. But she was the one touching my soul, wrapping strings around my heart and fastening me to her forever.
But that was the nature of death; the ones left behind had to continue living but occasionally the memories stole us, and no matter how much time passed, no matter how many hugs were given, it couldn’t stop sadness from winning.
I’m the question mark on a question too hard to ask. I’m the pause behind the sentence too hard to hear. I’m the ellipses trailing on the confession too hard to read. I’m the breath waiting to speak the truth too stupid to believe.
Because one thing I was sure of, I was in love with her. Irreversibly, indescribably, completely, madly in bloody love with her.
“Once there was a little girl who played upon the shore. Her parents loved her deeply, her brother so completely, and her world was magical more and more. Once there was a young girl who crashed upon the beach. Her past no longer relevant, her old life beyond negligent, and her world now full of prayers and beseech. But there she found salvation. In the form of unwanted vacation. By a man sworn to damnation. And a woman with no foundation. Once there was a little girl who swam within the waves. Her smiles hardly changing, her happiness darkly raging, and her world now black and brave. Once
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“I crash landed to find him. I fell from the sky to know him. I died a mortal death to be worthy of him. I am reborn because of him. “If rescue never comes, know I didn’t need it. If help never arrives, know I didn’t want it. If we die here together, be happy knowing this was our destiny. “Don’t find us. Don’t mourn us. Don’t weep for us. Because we were the lucky ones, the chosen ones, the only ones for each other.”
