My Stories
Love
Friday, February 9, 2007
1:11 PM
In five days' time, all the delight and disappointment that is Valentine's Day will be upon us. Hold on to your senses, and remember that love is a two-edged sword.Broken Heart"Angel?"
The word grasped at a foothold, but slipped away into the darkness. The huddled figure slumped further against the wall, and cried out in despair. She sobbed, and raised her head slightly, tears streaking a path through the blood and grime that covered her face, and light green bloodshot eyes shone as she lifted them to the heavens.
"Angel."
Fainter now, as she was slowly slipping.
"Angel." A third time her voice dared to disturb the overwhelming silence, but her eyes flashed, and this time the word was a command.
"Ah. Yes." The voice was sad, and sweet, and pure, and lingered a while in the still air. It came out of nowhere, and there was no form to link it to, but she did not expect any.
"You said my heart would not break." She accused the angel, bitterly.
"Not by any weapon forged under this sun, no, it didn't."
She answered quickly, angrily. "There is a dagger halfway in my heart," The sarcasm dripped with venom.
"Was that why your heart broke?"
She stopped short, surprised. A low growl came under her breath, "What else?"
The reply came, gentle, soothing, "Think".
There was a long pause, and the Sun slowly rose and spread golden light about them. The angel continued, insistent, "What put the dagger there?"
"Betrayal," Spat the sullen voice, twisting away from the warmth of the new day.
The angel grimaced in sympathy. "And what came before that?"
There was another pause, longer. She fingered the hilt of the blade that was quickly ending her life. Closing her eyes, she stood against the wave of pain that washed over her, dragging her along. She bit her lip slightly, and then relaxed, letting the sunlight cleanse her in those final moments. She knew the answer, but couldn't let it go. Angrily, she saw revealed the trap that had landed her here, but then smiled and forgot it. She let go of the present, and drifted off to the days when they had no idea of what was to come, when all seemed perfect through their flaws.
"Love," she whispered in that last breath, and was gone.
The angel materialized, wings trailing softly, sadly, behind him. He cradled her body, softly stroking her golden hair, and lifted his eyes to the clouds that were shades of pink and purple in the sky, and the sun that seemed so cold and distant on the fateful morning. He looked down at her pale face, held her cold hand, and the angels tears fell upon her. At the same time as the sweet birds, who looked out over a sea of green and gold, his voice broke the silence.
"Alas, in this world, I make no promises over love."
Labels: Love, Stories
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