Hey guys, It's Fiona Firestorm again! Second day of my second year of college and I thought I would post a little something in celebration. Kyea Jane picked out the picture and formatted the post for me (Thanks Kyea!), and it's just a little snippet. I have this fascination with the characters that are doomed. The ones whose lives end in terrible tragedy and they can't be saved. Morbid, I know, but something about it just appeals to me. This little free-write of mine is born of that, and if I'm not careful it might turn into a story of its own. Happy readings! And God Bless.
You didn’t believe me when I told you we were doomed. I wish you had. It would’ve hurt like hell, but I wish you would’ve walked away right then and never spoken to me again. Would’ve saved a lot of trouble in the long run. But no. Instead you looked at me, the risk, and went for it. You kissed me and that was it. It was all or nothing. You chose all so that’s what I gave and oddly enough, I don’t regret it. Is that what you think when you remember it? Hiding in empty classrooms, almost-but-not-quite kissing. Sneaking off among the tents of the sleeping soldiers to make a little mischief of our own. I remember when you asked if I wanted to do something stupid. I did, of course. I always did. So you asked me to marry you.
I hesitated. Almost froze actually, now that I think back on it. I knew that we were still doomed and that this couldn’t end well, but would it really be better to say no? So I said yes. I married you in the middle of the night on a cliff, two steps from open air and one hundred feet above the wave-bashed rocks.
We were reckless, insane and by God I wanted it. Wanted you too.
But like I said, we were doomed. Your family didn’t take it well. Mine took it even worse. We lost a few friends along the way. Eventually it just became too much.
What do you think when you think of us? Beautiful and tragic perhaps? Or are you angry? Do you regret us? I don’t. Never will. Even when it tore both of our lives apart.
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