Post by ebony on Oct 18, 2008 19:32:15 GMT -5
Alright, this is something that just sort of popped into my head, and I don't really know where it's going, or what to do with it, but I figured I might as well post it here and see what people think. I guess I could have put in a bit more description in some parts, but it'll have to do. I was inspired by a soccer practice in the rain. x)
Rain poured down upon the village; it drummed along the rooftops; it flooded the gardens. No one was out in the deluge except for a young, tired looking girl of about nine years old. She stood in the middle of the cobbled street, staring out into the foggy night. Her hair hung down to her shoulders, heavy with rainwater. Her breath made a steady stream of mist as she hummed a slow tune to herself. The girl's hands trembled at her sides, and her teeth began to chatter, but still she kept humming and standing in that cold, desolate lane.
Finally, I assembled my courage and stepped out into the downpour. The girl did not look at me as I made my way towards her, and even when I came to a stop in front of her, she kept her eyes fixed ahead, unseeing.
“Valyna,” I said. Her name was so soft and innocent. It felt like a breeze on my tongue. “Has your father come back yet?”
Her wet locks whipped around her face as she shook her head. My eyes began to prickle with tears of sympathy, and I turned my face away in embarassement. I knew she was crying too, and I didn't want her to look into my eyes and see the truth. She could never know what I had done to her life.
I was such a coward. Anyone else would have looked her in the face and told her everything. Such pain in those deep blue eyes! It was too much to bear. I couldn't say anything. Not after what I'd done.
Note: I don't really know what such a person "has done"... maybe it's survivor's guilt, or something like that... I really don't know.
Rain poured down upon the village; it drummed along the rooftops; it flooded the gardens. No one was out in the deluge except for a young, tired looking girl of about nine years old. She stood in the middle of the cobbled street, staring out into the foggy night. Her hair hung down to her shoulders, heavy with rainwater. Her breath made a steady stream of mist as she hummed a slow tune to herself. The girl's hands trembled at her sides, and her teeth began to chatter, but still she kept humming and standing in that cold, desolate lane.
Finally, I assembled my courage and stepped out into the downpour. The girl did not look at me as I made my way towards her, and even when I came to a stop in front of her, she kept her eyes fixed ahead, unseeing.
“Valyna,” I said. Her name was so soft and innocent. It felt like a breeze on my tongue. “Has your father come back yet?”
Her wet locks whipped around her face as she shook her head. My eyes began to prickle with tears of sympathy, and I turned my face away in embarassement. I knew she was crying too, and I didn't want her to look into my eyes and see the truth. She could never know what I had done to her life.
I was such a coward. Anyone else would have looked her in the face and told her everything. Such pain in those deep blue eyes! It was too much to bear. I couldn't say anything. Not after what I'd done.
Note: I don't really know what such a person "has done"... maybe it's survivor's guilt, or something like that... I really don't know.
