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1/?
He shrugged. He did not feel a thing toward her, it was all just a game. She backed away gasping. He felt nothing. Absolutely nothing. All those late night talks, coffee breaks, singing in the car moments, and times when she was so overwhelmed with emotion that he would walk to her house in the pouring rain just to hold her in his steady, comforting arms. It was all fake. Some type of joke? How was this even possible? How could he take her heart and bring it back to life to just turn around, and rip it into a million pieces.
She couldn't stand to look at his face any longer. She turned on her heel and her long coat whipped around her legs, as she burst out of the bistro. Her hair flew into her face as the wind and rain wrapped around her. Her eyes had filled with tears. She wanted to be away. Anywhere, anywhere but here. She took a step into the street to find her car. She never wanted to see him again she wanted to disappear. She felt like her heart was dying. She no longer wanted to live; she didn't remember what living meant, that's when the horn sounded and she saw a bright light.
Patch's POV
1/?
I crouched next to the bed. "I'm so sorry." I whispered to her.
Her eyes were closed and she was breathing deeply. "I can't stay." She exhaled. "Clara. I love you, angel. " I said as I took her tiny hand into mine and kissed it. I stood and walked to the window. It was time for me to go back. Back to the place I belonged. I threw open the curtains and pushed open the glass doors. Stepping on to the balcony, I looked down at the ground. I turned once more to get a glance of her sweet face. I took a step forward and fell. The world opened under me and I fell into the burning pits of the underworld.
Clara's POV
I woke up with my head pounding. But that wasn't the only thing hurting, my soul ached. I sat up and sighed. I knew he had left yesterday. He just didn't tell me where he was going or why.
I stumbled down the stairs and she made me pancakes to try to cheer me up. I smiled sadly for her and she beamed back at me.
"It'll be alright, Clara. " she said in her hushed voice. She tossed some pancakes on my plate and handed me the bottle of syrup.
I watched as she leaned across the counter and wiggled her eyebrows.
"It's syrup!" She sang and I laughed. She was so strange and I loved it.
Our pet dragon had been having issues lately so he stomped down the stairs in his leather jacket. He looked at both of us, growled and walked out. I rolled my eyes.
But then I began thinking about Patch again. His strong arms and his black eyes that took me to places unimaginable. I sighed aloud and she looked at me concerned. I shrugged and she hugged me.
I couldn't stop thinking about him. The way he smelled, the way he walked and the way he held me. It wasn't fair. Why did I have to lose him? Couldn't people just stay for once? He'll be back, I told myself, but I wasn't convinced.
Clara's POV
It's been three weeks now without him. Where the crap is he? I missed him like crazy. It was driving me insane and everyone around me noticed. I wanted him here.
I had noticed things were changing around us even though no one else did. The world seemed to be getting gloomier. I began seeing less color. Was this just me or...was it him?
These days I've been lying in bed all day. I just can't get up. I can't find a reason to. My body hurts and my heart is breaking. I know I sound hopeless but half of me is gone. I feel like I've lost everything. Even Allie has been melancholy. Things aren't the same anymore, nothing is the same.
Allie had looked up the underworld on the internet to see if that was where he had gone. She suggested he may be trying to get his wings back and I thought that could be possible but I didn't understand why I couldn't tag along. I could handle it....right?
I tried to think of ways to get there but I couldn't. I would just have to wait as the world around me lost all color and turned black.
My little cage of fluttering hearts
I have a little cage.
It contains the hearts I have met
I carry the cage with me everywhere
My little fluttering hearts dance for me
they sing
they love
they hate
they cry
Some of the hearts are floating at the top
others get squished at the bottom
those bird like hearts have lost their wings
All they need is a little love
Sometimes I take one or two of them
from the cage and hold them near my
heart because that's what they need
My little cage of fluttering hearts
is so important to me
They are my world
Some don't understand it yet
but they will
They always do.
The Hearts
Everyone has a cage
Some carry it blindly
Some carry it with their heart
Everyone always says
Never open the cage
Your hearts will leave
they'll hurt you
and bite you
and rip you apart
But I don't believe this
I open my little cage and
let them be free
I trust them to return
They explore
They be with me
They seem happy to be free
But
Every now and then one does hurt me
And they are quickly forgiven
I will not hate them for showing me
How they feel
Some of them can't fly anymore
Some walk back to the cage
but they come back...
Mod
Mod
Amy wrote: "You stink"
No she didn't.
No she didn't.
No but really none of these were actually good.
That's the thing about being creative; we think everything we create sucks, but everyone else likes them.
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