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A story. I wrote it this afternoon. You can find your own meaning to it, if you wish. I don't think it should have just one meaning, a universal meaning for every single person. So... let it take your personality.
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We walked together along the path, hand in hand, our steps in unison as we breathed in the evening air. The sun had begun to dip down further beyond the trees, but was still bright enough to make my dark green eyes seem a misty light hue. Our gazes didn’t cross as we walked along, but I could have sworn our thoughts had crossed and agreed. The faintest breeze interrupted the still trees, pulling leaves from their limbs, the golden colors meshing with the yellow of the fields to our right and to our left as they drifted towards the earth, where they would eventually decay and become forgotten. His blue eyes traveled after a single leaf to its resting place, if only for a moment, on the gravel path underneath our feet.
"I would die for you.” He said softly, the pad of his thumb running over my knuckles. The slightly caress sent chills throughout my body, and set my heart beating at such a quick pace, I felt I must have been flying above those treetops.
But our steps hadn't left the pathway, nor the rhythm that we had set off with, and the air had become all the more sweeter and clearer since that beloved confession that so easily passed his lips. The breeze lifted tendrils of my blonde hair, pushing it into my face, impairing my vision for a brief moment, and I relied on his hand to guide my steps as I lifted a palm to tuck the tresses back in their rightful places behind my ears. But as my vision was veiled by my own doing, I stumbled, yet he seemed to catch me before I hit the ground, his grip pulling me up, and I felt safe.
I could feel his gaze down upon me, as if his blue eyes contained the heat of the sun in them, shining brightly down upon my frail figure. “I would marry you.” He said, “Let’s try something new.” And I trusted his hand as he veered from the path, his steady pace quickening to a jog, and then to a run, until I felt I could no longer control my legs.
In fact, I could not. We had run into that field, and had begun to run down the slope of grass, the smell of lavender and wild strawberries intoxicating us as we ran. I could not control my steps as I stumbled, and this time, he stumbled with me, laughing and telling me it would all be all right.
"I love you.” He said, “Everything is fine.” I believed him, but as we continued to stumble, we fell together on the hill, tumbling over and over, wildly and out of control, like the twisted, angry thoughts that enter your mind when you’re alone at night and your imagination gets the best of you. It was a mad, crazy dance, plummeting down the hill.
We finally got to the bottom, where the sharp rocks and twigs rested, ripping at the knees of my jeans as I struggled to regain control. The sun hadn’t disappeared yet, and I was still bathed in it’s light as I sat on the ground, catching my breath from the terrible fall we had taken. My green eyes found him sitting further from me, his eyes gazing towards the darkening forest, his whole form submerged within a dark shadow, so that I could hardly recognize him.
Slowly, he stood up, looking down upon me from his shadow, a strange look in those once familiar eyes, which now seemed a darker blue than before. “Don’t follow me.” He said softly, and he turned and disappeared into the dark forest, into the dark night. Thoughts and screams of confusion and desperation swirled around in my head, but there was nobody to scream at, besides the sun dipping further down beyond the crest of the hill before me.
It took me hours upon hours to resolve to climb that hill once more, the hill that had brought me down to the forest. I had to escape the deepening shadows. Stepping over the stones and the twigs, I began my climb, reaching towards the top, towards that path, towards the light that remained shining above that hill.