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"It all started with that fateful night. She didnt even have the guts to tell him herself. A week later he found out what happened to her through her sister. How she had just upped and left without saying goodbye. He went home, sat on the bed and held his head in his hands. The night grew dark. Night turned to dawn. And still he sat there."
"He pined for her. He moped for her. He phoned but got no answer. A broken, shattered man he made a vow. 'I will wait for her, for as long as it takes' he told himself."
"As time went on although never leaving his mind, his thoughts, his heart, he grew used to her not being there. He carried on, simply surviving from one day to the next. With a heavy heart he realised the truth, she would never return. But still he couldnt let go."
"Day after day came and went. Months, years flew by. The one constant in his life made it worth living. But he knew deep down that he wasn't the moon to her sun. He tred, subtly at first but ever increasingly obvious. Still no response. Dejectedly he sat on the bed again, and held his head in his hands."
"All of a sudden, after being in such darkness for so so long, a light lit up his life. It brought a smile to his face. For a brief moment it all seemed so perfect. He thought back to the original her and thought he would be happy once more. But alas, just as quickly as she lit up his life, the light was put out. And again, he sat on the bed and held his head in his hands."
"He once again turned his thoughts to the constant. She was still there. Perhaps she too could be the light to rid him of his mental darkness. And he waited. And he waited. And he heard favourable reports. But then, like storm tossed ship, his hopes were dashed on the rocks of reality. She was the hidden light of another he, or at least she would be in time."
"Once more he sat on the bed and held his head in his hands."
"He heard a beep. He looked over to see his phone light up. He had to go out. And out he went. And to all others there was a blinding light, destroying the darkness in his sole. But he never saw it. He tried, for it was famed, but still he never saw it. He came to terms with living in the shade this time. And to his oft trod path he went. He sat on the bed and held his head in his hands"
"He looked up. He went outside, for a walk along the tree lined avenue. He hoped to clear his mind, to raise from the ashes the original she had left him in. Out over the horizon, he saw a sunset. It was the most beautiful light he had seen in a long time. He rejoiced. He tried to reach it, but it was always out of reach. And then he was told it was a mirage."
"He though 'no it can not be'. He tried once more to reach it, and he chased the setting sun. But still it was out of reach. He sat on the bed and held his head in his hands"
"He still remains with the sun seting over the horizon. He feared that he might be plunged into darkness for all eternity. But there the sunset remains. Just out of reach, just on the horizon. He stands, always looking West, with the hope that just maybe it is the true light. Once in a while he looks and he sees sparks, but never yet any light that is strong enough."
"He pined for her. He moped for her. He phoned but got no answer. A broken, shattered man he made a vow. 'I will wait for her, for as long as it takes' he told himself."
"As time went on although never leaving his mind, his thoughts, his heart, he grew used to her not being there. He carried on, simply surviving from one day to the next. With a heavy heart he realised the truth, she would never return. But still he couldnt let go."
"Day after day came and went. Months, years flew by. The one constant in his life made it worth living. But he knew deep down that he wasn't the moon to her sun. He tred, subtly at first but ever increasingly obvious. Still no response. Dejectedly he sat on the bed again, and held his head in his hands."
"All of a sudden, after being in such darkness for so so long, a light lit up his life. It brought a smile to his face. For a brief moment it all seemed so perfect. He thought back to the original her and thought he would be happy once more. But alas, just as quickly as she lit up his life, the light was put out. And again, he sat on the bed and held his head in his hands."
"He once again turned his thoughts to the constant. She was still there. Perhaps she too could be the light to rid him of his mental darkness. And he waited. And he waited. And he heard favourable reports. But then, like storm tossed ship, his hopes were dashed on the rocks of reality. She was the hidden light of another he, or at least she would be in time."
"Once more he sat on the bed and held his head in his hands."
"He heard a beep. He looked over to see his phone light up. He had to go out. And out he went. And to all others there was a blinding light, destroying the darkness in his sole. But he never saw it. He tried, for it was famed, but still he never saw it. He came to terms with living in the shade this time. And to his oft trod path he went. He sat on the bed and held his head in his hands"
"He looked up. He went outside, for a walk along the tree lined avenue. He hoped to clear his mind, to raise from the ashes the original she had left him in. Out over the horizon, he saw a sunset. It was the most beautiful light he had seen in a long time. He rejoiced. He tried to reach it, but it was always out of reach. And then he was told it was a mirage."
"He though 'no it can not be'. He tried once more to reach it, and he chased the setting sun. But still it was out of reach. He sat on the bed and held his head in his hands"
"He still remains with the sun seting over the horizon. He feared that he might be plunged into darkness for all eternity. But there the sunset remains. Just out of reach, just on the horizon. He stands, always looking West, with the hope that just maybe it is the true light. Once in a while he looks and he sees sparks, but never yet any light that is strong enough."
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Heh. All that stuff I learnt in English is obviously working then.
Thanks. Im sure what you said is a good thing. Even though I have no idea what you mean. But thanks anyway.
Good short story. I liked the atmosphere and particulary the simile "his hopes were dashed on the rocks of reality" the allitieration with the "R's" makes it flow nicely as well.
I barely did either.
You never know, maybe there will be a sequel. Glad you enjoyed it all the same.
You never know, maybe there will be a sequel. Glad you enjoyed it all the same.
Good story. I didn't really get it at the end of the story.
You dont say. Guess which one she is.
Black Glove wrote:
> Hmm, strange atmosphere. Good, in an ungraspable way.
Hmm I agree, the thought processes of a broken male heart me thinks??
> Hmm, strange atmosphere. Good, in an ungraspable way.
Hmm I agree, the thought processes of a broken male heart me thinks??
Started off great, but kind of tailed off towards the end.
Unfortunate, really.
Unfortunate, really.
Started off in a good way but then I sorta lost it about of the third of the way down.
Hmm, strange atmosphere. Good, in an ungraspable way.
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