Post by Talmon on Feb 4, 2012 11:28:46 GMT -5
It's snowing so I did this 
The blade thrust into her stomach and her eyes opened in shock, the snow that tickled her nose a second ago now joined the tears that ran down her face. The ground was littered with snowflakes, a blanket of white, and the sky unleashed yet more as the two stood there looking at each other. He had a fierce grimace while her mouth just barely formed the word ‘why’ before the corners of his mouth twitched “I hate you” he growled. She gasped as blood trickled from the corner of her mouth and her lungs began to fill with fluid
“A- Ah- I- I’m so” she choked on the blood and spat it from her mouth with all her energy “sorry, Matt” she whispered. Her head fell back slightly and the pink beanie that hugged her head so tightly fell and her hair dropped out and was whipped about instantly by the wind as it became speckled with the tiny white dots of winter. He looked at her with his eyes ablaze – the opposite of the temperature and the feelings in his heart – and his blonde hair whipping about in the wind
“Why did you have to do it?” he asked, nearly choking on the words
“I’m so-” she choked and fell from his grip and into the red snow that would become her icy grave. He knelt down next to her and she reached up to touch him, he grimaced and moved away
“We could’ve been great” he insisted, his hands tensed in rage. Sora gasped for air and grasped at Matt for help but he ignored her, standing up. He turned and moved to walk away
“Matt” she wheezed. He turned and looked back “Please” she begged, tears rolling down her apple cheeks. He looked at her with contempt, and for a short flash, the same love he had felt before she had told him it was over. “I” she tried to grasp the air, taking gulps of it with her failing throat and lungs, “still love you, Matt” she managed to spit out before her head fell back into the snow and the pool of red began to spread throughout the once pure substance.
It was now tainted with hate.
He knelt back down at her side and rubbed her cheek with his knuckle “No you didn’t” he teased “Or you wouldn’t have said we needed to take a break” he seethed, his rage withdrawn into a sing song voice which was all the more menacing.
“I just needed to-” blood spread further across her long purple coat, leaving all but the brass buttons red, and on the pink shirt and jeans underneath. “Work on my career” she pleaded as she felt her voice become fainter and her pulse lessened
“Why did you break my heart?” he asked, pain rippling through his heart
“I- I’m sorry. I- I- mean it, Ma- Matt, I l- l- l- l-” he eyes began to fade and glaze over as she lay in the blood red snow and was slowly buried by the eternal weather.
“Sora!” Matt exclaimed, panic, love and worry overcoming his hate as he shook in desperation to hear those three words
“Bye” she whispered, stroking his arm as the knife slipped further in and she closed her eyes gently
“No! No! Noo!” Matt screamed “Help!” he exclaimed “Someone help!”
No one ever did come, until they took him away. A crime of passion – that’s what they called it – but there was no passion between the two as her body was allowed to be buried that day. He let his feelings also be buried and upon his release from prison all those years later he lay where she lay and felt the cooling calmness of death greet him with open arms.
The blade thrust into her stomach and her eyes opened in shock, the snow that tickled her nose a second ago now joined the tears that ran down her face. The ground was littered with snowflakes, a blanket of white, and the sky unleashed yet more as the two stood there looking at each other. He had a fierce grimace while her mouth just barely formed the word ‘why’ before the corners of his mouth twitched “I hate you” he growled. She gasped as blood trickled from the corner of her mouth and her lungs began to fill with fluid
“A- Ah- I- I’m so” she choked on the blood and spat it from her mouth with all her energy “sorry, Matt” she whispered. Her head fell back slightly and the pink beanie that hugged her head so tightly fell and her hair dropped out and was whipped about instantly by the wind as it became speckled with the tiny white dots of winter. He looked at her with his eyes ablaze – the opposite of the temperature and the feelings in his heart – and his blonde hair whipping about in the wind
“Why did you have to do it?” he asked, nearly choking on the words
“I’m so-” she choked and fell from his grip and into the red snow that would become her icy grave. He knelt down next to her and she reached up to touch him, he grimaced and moved away
“We could’ve been great” he insisted, his hands tensed in rage. Sora gasped for air and grasped at Matt for help but he ignored her, standing up. He turned and moved to walk away
“Matt” she wheezed. He turned and looked back “Please” she begged, tears rolling down her apple cheeks. He looked at her with contempt, and for a short flash, the same love he had felt before she had told him it was over. “I” she tried to grasp the air, taking gulps of it with her failing throat and lungs, “still love you, Matt” she managed to spit out before her head fell back into the snow and the pool of red began to spread throughout the once pure substance.
It was now tainted with hate.
He knelt back down at her side and rubbed her cheek with his knuckle “No you didn’t” he teased “Or you wouldn’t have said we needed to take a break” he seethed, his rage withdrawn into a sing song voice which was all the more menacing.
“I just needed to-” blood spread further across her long purple coat, leaving all but the brass buttons red, and on the pink shirt and jeans underneath. “Work on my career” she pleaded as she felt her voice become fainter and her pulse lessened
“Why did you break my heart?” he asked, pain rippling through his heart
“I- I’m sorry. I- I- mean it, Ma- Matt, I l- l- l- l-” he eyes began to fade and glaze over as she lay in the blood red snow and was slowly buried by the eternal weather.
“Sora!” Matt exclaimed, panic, love and worry overcoming his hate as he shook in desperation to hear those three words
“Bye” she whispered, stroking his arm as the knife slipped further in and she closed her eyes gently
“No! No! Noo!” Matt screamed “Help!” he exclaimed “Someone help!”
No one ever did come, until they took him away. A crime of passion – that’s what they called it – but there was no passion between the two as her body was allowed to be buried that day. He let his feelings also be buried and upon his release from prison all those years later he lay where she lay and felt the cooling calmness of death greet him with open arms.