7.01.2013

Like Gold || Short Stories v.1


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She tilted her head up and breathed in deeply as a small smile made its way onto her lips.
  What are you doing? He asked.
  Catching the sun rays. She responded. 
He did not understand her; did not understand the serenity that filled her gaze as she soaked in the sun, he did not understand how she could live so deeply after she had been buried so far, but he wanted to.
 She was like a pine tree growing in a tiny spot of soil with rocks surrounding her and threatening to suffocate the life out of her, but they never did. She flourished right where she was and never complained. Yet even with that smile arched on her lips, he saw the pain clearly written on her face. How she managed to stay afloat when she had every reason to sink was a secret that he wasn’t so sure he would ever discover.
  You are amazing. He said honestly, but his voice cracked and broke as he watched her turn to look at him, her eyes wide.
She did not say anything; she did not need to. He could read her like a book, her face as transparent as a window pane. He could see the struggle warring in her heart and he wondered why it was that after so many years she still could not see her worth.
 He had so many things he wanted to tell her; so many things that were threatening to smother him, but like every other time he kept silent hoping that one day he would have the courage to tell her how much he loved her.
   He wanted to tell her that her hair shone like gold when the sun fell upon it just right, he wanted to tell her that he loved the shoes she always wore and that Converse were his favorite, that he loved the way her fingers arched whenever she was playing the piano, that the music she listened to was the music that he secretly loved because it reminded him of her, and most of all, that he loved her voice. And that every time she spoke he fell in love all over again.
  Thank you. She whispered and her eyes filled with tears.
  For what? He asked.
  For believing in me.

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In an effort to become a better writer and not feel so shy about sharing my work with you guys, I will be starting a new series that will bring my short stories out into the light. I hope you enjoy them as I experiment with relationships and different life-situations and strive to put my heart and soul into whatever I write.
  Amy Jane

1 comment:

  1. "And that every time she spoke he fell in love all over again." << eek. that line is so perfect. i just love this, and that photo is one of my favorite photos on pintrest. just the plaid, and her tears, and his hand on the back of her head... it's just a favorite.

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