Play this song and read my story.
Take your time reading, preferably out loud and make pauses. I encourage you to listen to the rest of the song, even though the story ends early.
The girl walked in the cold. She didn’t care all too much, she had much bigger things to worry about. And she needed to get them done as soon as possible. Have closure.
She walked down the street, even though the snow made it feel like it had been longer. Her hands felt icy, like the coldest things she had ever touched. At least in temperature.
Memories raced through her head, though the ice and snow and cold kept time frozen. The time when she made him chicken noodle soup when he was sick, the kisses in the dark, the moments where she fell insanely in love with him. To the moments where things were worse. To hushed apologies and painful silences. To the point where she let him go. She didn’t want to screw up his life. She loved him enough to let him go.
And he disowned her for it.
She had tried to write to him, apologizing for everything and asking him to take her back. She wrote him poetry, and he told her to stop writing. The silences in the hallways were too much, pretending they didn’t know one another. She had been okay for a while, numbing herself to it all. But one day, he looked her in the eye as they passed, his expression angry. Something in her heart twisted and broke again. It had been a whole year since they had last talked.
The snow clumps fell into her bangs, melted, and refroze, but she kept walking, blinking the flakes and tears from her eyelashes. The tears that fell down her face, though there was not much, were as chilled as the air when they hit it. She didn’t mind, though, because at this point all numbness had touched her body.
Look at the pure white snow… who knew this would be so peaceful?
She got to the boy’s house, and knocked on the door, slowly, methodically. Gotta keep her timing right. She saw him through the window, his back facing her. No one else was home, she could see. There was a pause, a wait for someone to answer the knocking. The boy knew that this was not a normal visit, because he had not asked anyone over. He answered the door and gave her a look that could only forshadow his closing it in her face.
“Wait,” The girl pleaded.
The boy exhaled, frustrated. “What do you want?” He asked.
“I’m sorry I’m bothering you,” The girl paused, “Could we talk outside?”
The boy looked at her like she was crazy.
“I promise you, this will be my last time. I won’t bother you anymore.”
He agreed, and put on a coat and boots. She waited outside, counting the moments.
“So what is it that you want from me?” He asked like he knew the answer to his question.
The girl’s breaths were smaller now, coming more often. She was about to say something, but she took a moment to blink back tears.
The boy waited, straight-faced. Agitated, he said, “So?”
The girl looked at him with sad eyes.
“I wanted to know if you still love me.”She murmured. Needed to know. She thought. Because I still love you.
He didn’t say anything, as if the amount of anger was causing him to have issues with speaking.
“I’m sorry,” The girl said slowly. “I wish I hadn’t caused you so much pain.”
She pulled her jacket off, revealing long, vertical cuts down both arms. The cuts were deep, and the blood started to drip down her fingers now that the jacket was not absorbing it.
The girl, passing out, fell into the snow. The boy felt time slow, as he rushed forward to catch her head from hitting the bitter blanket.
“No!” The boy screamed. “Please, no.” He whispered. He wrapped his arms around her unconsious form, pulling her body into a sitting position and hugged her, cradling her as he moved back and forth slowly. Tears pooled in his eyes and fell on her pale face. He brushed back her ice encrusted bangs with his fingers, caressed her face with one hand and rubbed his thumb across her cheek, from the corner of her lip to the edge of her ear.
“I love you, I love you..” His voice muffled as he hid his face in her shoulder. His body shook as he sobbed, and he shivered. His lips quivered as he kissed her lifeless ones, expecting them to move and kiss him back, as passionately as they had always kissed, her senses overwhelmed whenever he touched her.
And her blood stained the snow.
6 comments
i did that. wow interesting story. very deep.
I wrote this a while ago, but I didn’t add details until now. You did it?
molly,
yeah it was good. did you write the whole thing?
Yes, I wrote the whole thing. It was kind of an idea, actually… The relationship stuff, well.. That’s true. The meeting part was just something I came up with.
goodjob
Thank you 🙂