So she told me to write about love...
Yes indeed...Fyre told me to write about love. I was talking to her about how lonely i'd been lately and she told me to write her a story. *shrug* I asked her what about she said love. Now a normal person would have written her a love story with a happy ending...I started a story about obsessive love, with a dead woman at the beginning and working my way backwards.
Well...no one ever said that love always ends happily...
Lust and repulsion. Evil and sweet redemption. Polar opposites. Where does the line between the two blur and leave you without any way of seeing through the fog? Where do you go from being completely at ease with yourself to being so consumed with something that you can no longer tell where you end and your obsession begins? It's like being in a perpetual haze, brought on by your own unwillingness to break away from a fixation that has taken over your very being. It is selfish...and yet totally selfless, as you lose so much of yourself in the process of losing your mind that you don't even *have* yourself anymore.
Love...love is what we all crave.
Our story ends on a stormy night, the scent of perfume staining the air, screams long since silenced still echoing through the mind of a man who's only thought...was to be loved. And he *did* love her. Even as her lifeless body floated facedown in the water, her glittering blue scarf trailing onto the bank of the river as if trying to hold its owner to shore, the love for her form still remained. Perhaps if only she could have loved him back he might not have resorted to such brutal measures...perhaps he might not have had to take her life. But she'd been so cruel...so uncaring. Why couldn't she just have admitted that she loved him in return? It had been so obvious on her face, each time she looked at him, each time he smiled at her. Why had she lied to him, tortured him so? Didn't he deserve her love? He would have treated her like a queen. Like she'd deserved to be treated. Now...now she was gone and he was alone again.
It really wasn't supposed to end this way...
It had begun innocently enough, just a passing glance in a lonely office building downtown. He had been sitting in his leather chair, glancing through the clear glass towards the numerous cubicles that sat one next to another. It was late, as usual, his five oclock shadow quickly turning into what seemed like a full grown beard right before his eyes. There weren't very many people left at the office, only a few random souls who still hadn't completed thier work or those who simply didn't want to go home. He was amongst that last group, knowing he had nothing to go home to other than the resounding silence of a lavish apartment. It had struck him one night as he lay his blonde head down on his pillow, that in his pursuit of wealth and worldly goods...that he'd forgotten everything else. And now that gorgeous penthouse apartment was like some sort of living tomb, determined to sap whatever life he had in him and throw it out the window.
It was in a rare moment of contemplation that he saw her, her light brown hair falling loose of her bun while she scurried from the copy machine to her computer and then back again, a look of confusion on her face. Thinking that he'd never seen her before and that she might need help, he got up and walked out the door of his office, putting his hands behind his back when he reached her.
"Um...having trouble?" he said, his voice softer than it probably needed to be. But there was something about that after hours talk that always required it, as though you'd wake the sleeping paperclips by talking loudly.
She turned huge blue eyes to him, smiling widely as she put her hands on her trim hips and gave him a small laugh. Taken aback for a moment, he shook his head to alleviate the lingering vision of those flashing blue eyes in his minds eye...it didn't work. He could still see how they sparkled. Not wanting to make an ass of himself, he looked at the little blinking screen on the copy machine and laughed a bit, pointing at it.
"It's out of paper..." he said, trying not to laugh. A delicate hand went up to her mouth, a sound something like pure embarrassment coming from her full lips. Rolling her eyes, she grabbed the nearst box of paper and proceeded to fill the tray, waving that hand again with amusement.
"I...have never been so embarrassed. Thank you. I'm Morgan," she said, holding out her hand. Taking it in his, he gave her his name and then walked away, kicking himself for not asking her out for drinks or at least coffee. Why hadn't he just asked? Glancing over his shoulder, he could have sworn he caught her looking at him from underneath her lashes as she stapled a large bunch of paperwork together and walked off. Must have been his imagination. Couldn't have been true...
So that's all I have for now. I guess give it a read if you want...it's not really anything special, nor will I probably finish it anytime soon. I think she was just trying to take my mind off of things so I wouldn't be lonely anymore. It worked for now...*smile*...thanks Serendipity...lol
I'm Out!
Orchid
Well...no one ever said that love always ends happily...
Lust and repulsion. Evil and sweet redemption. Polar opposites. Where does the line between the two blur and leave you without any way of seeing through the fog? Where do you go from being completely at ease with yourself to being so consumed with something that you can no longer tell where you end and your obsession begins? It's like being in a perpetual haze, brought on by your own unwillingness to break away from a fixation that has taken over your very being. It is selfish...and yet totally selfless, as you lose so much of yourself in the process of losing your mind that you don't even *have* yourself anymore.
Love...love is what we all crave.
Our story ends on a stormy night, the scent of perfume staining the air, screams long since silenced still echoing through the mind of a man who's only thought...was to be loved. And he *did* love her. Even as her lifeless body floated facedown in the water, her glittering blue scarf trailing onto the bank of the river as if trying to hold its owner to shore, the love for her form still remained. Perhaps if only she could have loved him back he might not have resorted to such brutal measures...perhaps he might not have had to take her life. But she'd been so cruel...so uncaring. Why couldn't she just have admitted that she loved him in return? It had been so obvious on her face, each time she looked at him, each time he smiled at her. Why had she lied to him, tortured him so? Didn't he deserve her love? He would have treated her like a queen. Like she'd deserved to be treated. Now...now she was gone and he was alone again.
It really wasn't supposed to end this way...
It had begun innocently enough, just a passing glance in a lonely office building downtown. He had been sitting in his leather chair, glancing through the clear glass towards the numerous cubicles that sat one next to another. It was late, as usual, his five oclock shadow quickly turning into what seemed like a full grown beard right before his eyes. There weren't very many people left at the office, only a few random souls who still hadn't completed thier work or those who simply didn't want to go home. He was amongst that last group, knowing he had nothing to go home to other than the resounding silence of a lavish apartment. It had struck him one night as he lay his blonde head down on his pillow, that in his pursuit of wealth and worldly goods...that he'd forgotten everything else. And now that gorgeous penthouse apartment was like some sort of living tomb, determined to sap whatever life he had in him and throw it out the window.
It was in a rare moment of contemplation that he saw her, her light brown hair falling loose of her bun while she scurried from the copy machine to her computer and then back again, a look of confusion on her face. Thinking that he'd never seen her before and that she might need help, he got up and walked out the door of his office, putting his hands behind his back when he reached her.
"Um...having trouble?" he said, his voice softer than it probably needed to be. But there was something about that after hours talk that always required it, as though you'd wake the sleeping paperclips by talking loudly.
She turned huge blue eyes to him, smiling widely as she put her hands on her trim hips and gave him a small laugh. Taken aback for a moment, he shook his head to alleviate the lingering vision of those flashing blue eyes in his minds eye...it didn't work. He could still see how they sparkled. Not wanting to make an ass of himself, he looked at the little blinking screen on the copy machine and laughed a bit, pointing at it.
"It's out of paper..." he said, trying not to laugh. A delicate hand went up to her mouth, a sound something like pure embarrassment coming from her full lips. Rolling her eyes, she grabbed the nearst box of paper and proceeded to fill the tray, waving that hand again with amusement.
"I...have never been so embarrassed. Thank you. I'm Morgan," she said, holding out her hand. Taking it in his, he gave her his name and then walked away, kicking himself for not asking her out for drinks or at least coffee. Why hadn't he just asked? Glancing over his shoulder, he could have sworn he caught her looking at him from underneath her lashes as she stapled a large bunch of paperwork together and walked off. Must have been his imagination. Couldn't have been true...
So that's all I have for now. I guess give it a read if you want...it's not really anything special, nor will I probably finish it anytime soon. I think she was just trying to take my mind off of things so I wouldn't be lonely anymore. It worked for now...*smile*...thanks Serendipity...lol
I'm Out!
Orchid