It’s 2 am and I just can’t fall asleep.
I’m sitting on the roof, looking at the bright stars in the sky, with the memory of that night burning in my mind. I can still see her tearful blue eyes breaking my heart.
I had invited Clarice to come to my house to see a movie the day before, but she smiled and said she would give me an answer later in the evening. I was so excited with the idea of having a chance to be alone with her and to finally express my true feelings.
The dinner was on the table when the phone rang ‘Pete, I’m so happy! James D. asked me out for a street race! Can you believe it?’ – actually, I could. My best friend, that was also the girl I was in love with, would rather be with the typical bad boy – Mr. D.
We argued; I said it was a terrible idea, that street racing was dangerous and that she shouldn’t jeopardize her life just because she had a crush on some stupid guy; but she wasn’t listening to a word I said. I didn’t even mention our plans, I just didn’t want her to go on that silly race with Mr. Danger.
It was late at night and I was staring at the TV screen, angry with myself because of my impotence, when I received a text message that would make my world collapse.
« Clarice and JD had an accident.
Come FAST »
I ran out of the house in panic and a few minutes later I arrived at the scene of the accident – I froze when I saw the state that the red car was in.
In a little while I was already standing on pieces of broken glass, holding her blonde head in my in my arms and I soon realized that my hands were all bloody...
“I love you” were my last words to Clarice while hers were “I’m sorry”; but my last thought will forever be like her painful scream, if only she had listened.
I’m sitting on the roof, looking at the bright stars in the sky, with the memory of that night burning in my mind. I can still see her tearful blue eyes breaking my heart.
I had invited Clarice to come to my house to see a movie the day before, but she smiled and said she would give me an answer later in the evening. I was so excited with the idea of having a chance to be alone with her and to finally express my true feelings.
The dinner was on the table when the phone rang ‘Pete, I’m so happy! James D. asked me out for a street race! Can you believe it?’ – actually, I could. My best friend, that was also the girl I was in love with, would rather be with the typical bad boy – Mr. D.
We argued; I said it was a terrible idea, that street racing was dangerous and that she shouldn’t jeopardize her life just because she had a crush on some stupid guy; but she wasn’t listening to a word I said. I didn’t even mention our plans, I just didn’t want her to go on that silly race with Mr. Danger.
It was late at night and I was staring at the TV screen, angry with myself because of my impotence, when I received a text message that would make my world collapse.
« Clarice and JD had an accident.
Come FAST »
I ran out of the house in panic and a few minutes later I arrived at the scene of the accident – I froze when I saw the state that the red car was in.
In a little while I was already standing on pieces of broken glass, holding her blonde head in my in my arms and I soon realized that my hands were all bloody...
“I love you” were my last words to Clarice while hers were “I’m sorry”; but my last thought will forever be like her painful scream, if only she had listened.
5 comments:
Beaa this story is great. "WOW" came out of my mind after reading it. =D I really appreciated it and I'm sure you have written it extemporaneously.
(You never realize what kind of love you have until you almost walk away from it and sometimes it may be too late.. =| )
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Yes.. I have to agree!! You´re really creative! I love it! :-)
tks :) I still can't find a picture to illustrate my text :/ I'm going to try drawing something :P
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I think I found a picture that shows the separation of the two "spirits": Clarice's soul flying for the freedom she desired so much - represented by the birds that want to be with the bright stars, the same ones that Peter admires so much but without taking his feet out of the ground, suffering with the painful lost of his dearest friend/the love of his youth. The beautiful rose illustrates the sweet memory of the girl that he keeps and the vulcain is a metaphor for the terrible accident in which Clarice died.
Actually, I draw this picture for a friend of mine that is also called Peter :P but I found it appropriate for this text!
hope you'll agree.
do you like it? :) * *
what an amazing picture!
"Clarice's soul flying for the freedom she desired so much - represented by the birds" I loved this detail ; )
good job!
How I wish I could draw like that
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