"I have tried simply to write the best I can. Sometimes I have good luck and write better than I can." -Ernest Hemingway

“The only living works are those which have drained much of the author's own life into them.” –Samuel Butler

Monday, August 6, 2012

Dead Blossoms

She gazed into his sparkling blue eyes and saw the pure, unabashed love pouring out. His eyes glowed with desire and a slow smile bloomed on his face. Losing herself, she closed her eyes and soaked in the moment. She breathed in the heavy scent of overpowering affection and sighed.
Opening her eyes to reality, she shoved down her newly discovered feelings for him and gazed once more at the ring he held out to her. Tears begged to crowd her eyes, but she forced them down. She plastered a tight smile on her face and pushed away her shock.
“I bet she’ll love it.” She choked out.
His smile widened and he wrapped her in his arms in an excited hug. Leaning her head on his strong shoulder, she couldn’t stop a lone tear from escaping from her eyes. The hot trail it left behind burned her in the same way his admission did.
As quickly as he had grabbed her, he released her and she immediately missed the warmth of his friendly embrace. A slight breeze ran along her arms and chilled her to the bone. She shivered, feeling all the exhilaration of a few moments ago flee from her now frozen heart.
Hiding her face from him, she wished him luck in proposing, while silently wishing his girlfriend would refuse. As he wished her good-bye, she couldn’t bring herself to glance at the sunny glow illuminating his face. She didn’t want to witness any more of his looks of love for another.
Her best friend walked away with a bounce in his step and she tried to keep from crumpling. Loving him enough to let him go, she turned her back to him and forced herself to move on. 

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