It is like all of the books on the shelf have fallen. They all lay in a scattered pile. Pages fluttering to the floor. They may never be put back in the right place. Some wll be ruined, some lost. The stories wll never be the same once pages are missing. Right now my life and my story are within those pages. Maybe to become lost as well. Maybe to be forgotten.
I am NOT your girl
I am NOT your 2am booty call
I am NOT yours
I NEVER will be
It is like waiting for the storm to pass. The wind and rain create deafening noises. The sky is so dark you cannot see what is ahead of you. All you can do is close your eyes and hope the storm passes quickly. That it does not destroy everything in its path along the way. Holding on tight to anything that makes you feel safe. All you can do is wait and hope you survive the storm.
<3
the end
There are no multiple choice endings in this book and the story is over
Can a heart be owned by another? Owed to someone? No. A heart is a part of a person. A person cannot be bought, owned, sold or traded like a deck of cards or your favorite collectable. A person is not an object or item. A heart is a part of a person, a living, breathing, feeling being. A heart has no agenda, no path, no predetermined plan in life. We cannot control what our heart does. It loves whomever it pleases, for it’s own reasons. We may not understand what those reaons are, but it is rarely wrong. Follow it. Listen to it, help fix it should it ever become broken. Keep it safe, but let it decide on it’s own. do not let it be bought or convinced. Let it love and be broken, let it love and not receive any in return. But always let it love.
wake up, take a look around, try and shake the cobwebs from your head, what the hell did you do last night
As she slowly slips the straps of a red silk dress over her shoulders, she catches her reflection in the mirror. Everything is perfect. Her dress, the earrings, and necklace. Her hair is curled and pinned up, A few strands are slowly falling onto her right shoulder. She sits on the bed to tie the small red ribbons on her shoes into tiny bows. She sprays on a light mist of perfume and checks her makeup one last time. Everything has to be perfect.
Like magic he appeared as she opened the front door. Tall, with black hair and dark eyes. Wearing a black suit, black dress shirt and a red silk tie, it almost matched her dress perfectly. He looked at her with those dark eyes and asked her if she was ready to go. She replied with a simple… yes. As they walked away from the house she glanced back and everything just seemed to be falling into place. Perfect.
They arrived at a place with tinted black windows and a very large glass door. Tables with bouquets of black roses and ribbons and table cloths were placed in rows in front of a dance floor and a stage. Candles lit up the room with an eerie glow. The ceiling arched across the whole room. Flowing pieces of fabric hang across the ceiling and down the walls in shades of black and red. Music played quietly in the background. Everything was perfect.
They sat and talked over drinks and dinner. They exchanged glances and smiles. They talk for what seems to be hours. The band is on the stage playing the most beautiful music. Everything was amazing. He sat beside her listening to every word. His hand on her back, his fingers running lightly up and down her back. Staring at her with those dark eyes, She seemed to be lost in them.
He rose from his chair and took her hand as he led her to the floor. He pulled her into him and they danced to every song, wrapped in each others arms. The music and lights cast shadows on the rest of the room. Like they were the only ones there. he held her close and she let him all night long. The band started playing the last song of the night. she almost did not want the night to end.
He looked at her and she was lost in his eyes one more time. He leaned in and kissed her on the lips ever so lightly. He said he wished the night did not have to end like this. She told him the same. He twirled her around the floor as the end of the last song played. The room started to become a blur around her. The music sounded muffled. Everything started to become dark. He whispered goodbye in her ear and kissed her once more and let go of her hand as everything faded away. She fell slowly to the floor. The last song has ended. The last dance is over. She lays lifeless on the floor and as quickly as he appeared, he vanished into the darkness.
Everything was perfect like she knew it would be.
This is a quiet place, but your welcome to look around. All I ask is that you whisper. It is not a library, but it is somewhere in my quiet mind.
