I looked down at her pale face, gazing into her warm hazel eyes. It was a face I had memorized over the extensive relationship; as familiar as my own name. Her name was Emma, and it’ll be name that will always be followed with a thousand memories. Her face was soft and beautiful; her fair skin was sprinkled lightly with freckles. Long dark brown hair flowed around her heart-shaped face. I pressed my lips to her, but there was no other pair to return the gentle kiss. Instead, my skin touched a tiny metal frame. With a soft sigh, I snapped the small locket shut and put the small object back into my pocket, where she and my memories were kept safe. I couldn’t help but wonder what went so wrong between us. It had been almost a month since I had last seen her. Emma was gone, and I was still there, waiting for her to come back to me. I had to live with reminders of her every single day- and old sweater she accidently left on my dresser; the small pier down at the lake, where we used to sit and watch the sunset and where I was sitting now; the sight of her house every time I had to walk...
When I returned home the town had a slightly darker tone to it. The bookstore was just as I remembered it. Caroline had taken great care of the place. I entered the store with the newspaper like I always did I was so excited to Martin and Caroline and I was proud of what we’d done. Martin told Caroline to take the rest of the day off. When she left we kissed again. We were both more mature with our feelings and accepting of our
It was a warm sunny day in the summer of the nineteen nighties nine, at the Jersey Shore. Sally stood outside her grandparents ' house with hesitation. Should Juan and I have come? Sally thinks to herself. Sally then begins to gaze out at the ocean 's shorelines. As if time had stood still and the world faded away. She closed her eyes and took it all in. It made her think of all the wonderful childhood memories that they had achieved there. Sally remembered playing in the sand, swimming in the ocean, the bright sun gazing down upon her and a boy. This place had memories that Sally would never forget and treasure forever, for that kid now a man was always in her heart and her life.
It was a sunny day with a sweet aroma of blooming tulips. The sunlight glittered on their faces as the breeze rattled the chestnut tree above. There was an occasional giggle as they talked, but there was also a hint of discomfort and awkwardness between them as they peeked at each other’s face and recoiled when the other looked up. When the bell rang twice, I saw them say goodbye and walk away from each other. In the darkness of the crowd, a glimmer flashed into my eyes from Hannah’s cheeks.
“I’ll make it right,” I murmured softly, gazing at the female. “I, Harrison Bergeron, shall make it right.” A smile laid on her beautiful features, making my own grow as well. Beautiful was the only way to describe her. I turned back to the people on the stage, and eyed each and every one of
Emma was tall and slender with brown eyes and brown hair. She had a well formed face expressing dignity, love, kindness, and a wonderful smile that gave understanding, encouragement and helpfulness to friends and especially to the ill and needy.
“Come back,” I yelped as I dressed quicker than I had previously thought possible. As soon as I came outside I didn’t spot him, thus I began to search. After frisking through my yard for twenty minutes, I still couldn’t find him. I’m usually a stolid boy, yet today I broke into tears.
We drove in silence, the only noise being her deep breathing and my short, shallow sighs. I realized just how far I had walked, as we drove to my house- at least 5 miles. When we reached our house, I looked at it, as if I was seeing it for the first time in my life- the old fashioned porches, the balcony, the huge, beautiful windows. I stayed in the car, as did Micha, neither of us making an attempt to move as she commented on the grass needing cut, and the mess the neighbors had made in the front yard. I heard her, but I wasn't listening- I was merely staring ahead of me, debating if I should get out and run inside or try to justify my actions.
The night before, I didn’t practice my English so I knew what to say. By now, I knew most of the words, so I would just let my heart guide me. Besides, my cramped old house, which is actually just a junky garage in an abandoned alley, is too small to let out my feelings. Once I got to school after a cold walk in the snow, I placed myself by her locker and waited. Fourteen minutes had gone by, and still no sign of Lily. I only had a minute to get to class now, so I hurriedly collected myself and ran to my locker. I was disappointed, knowing that without Lily here, it would be the hardest day of school. I opened my locker and to my surprise a note fell to the floor. I quickly picked it up and gazed at the neat handwriting that clearly spelled my name.
Everyday at the Meadow Lake, she would be there. She’s came ever since she was a child. She came to read a book just for an hour and sometimes in that hour she’d get a whole two chapters in. She wasn’t embarrassed here, she felt like she could be herself here and that no one could judge her. It was her favorite place in the whole entire world and every time someone tried taking it away from her, she took it right back.
“Maybe if I weren’t so stupid, you would still be here with me right now. You wouldn’t have been in that car, at that stoplight, at that moment. You would have been with me!” she screams out. Frustration is overcoming her senses and filling her every nerve. The wind picks up once more, sliding the umbrella away from her side. Chelsea hastily grabs it and closes it shut. “Please answer me,” she pleads. She pauses again and looks at him. She lifts her eyes to stare at the swirling grey clouds above her. “This silence is
Then to make a long story short we fell in love, love formed on the most powerful shared trauma. We both decided we couldn't stand to live here anymore. She agreed to give up her elaborate lifestyle for something more simpler and is taking up motherhood very nicely, I could use a little work on the other hand. We both live in maryland now. Our new house is a bit bigger that the one I had at East Egg, yet still smaller than the other houses around it, but it's ours. I'm writing again, as you can see by reading this. Were taking care of Daisy and Tom’s little girl. She's not a fool, she’ll never be a fool. I love my new life, it fits me, but i'll never forget my life in new york, i mean how could anyone forget that. I'll never forget. Daisy comes to me often asking me questions I dont have the answer to
.... Finally, my parents arrived, riding the sound of their running footsteps on the hollow wooden dock. Dad immediately relieved my weary arms of their burden and pulled my brother out of the cold blue lake. I looked up into my Mom's face to see tears of mixed panic and joy as she embraced my younger brother, heedless of the world that surrounded the two of them. She focused only on her son, who looked back at her silently with deep brown chestnut eyes.
I ran home thankful for Sarah’s visit. She had placed a little sunshine in my life and it grew. The next day, I settled for an old orange ball cap because I had lost my black one. I think it was left at the train tracks, but I won’t go look for it and I know I won’t miss it.
Standing on the balcony, I gazed at the darkened and starry sky above. Silence surrounded me as I took a glimpse at the deserted park before me. Memories bombarded my mind. As a young girl, the park was my favourite place to go. One cold winter’s night just like tonight as I looked upon the dark sky, I had decided to go for a walk. Wrapped up in my elegant scarlet red winter coat with gleaming black buttons descending down the front keeping away the winter chill. Wearing thick leggings as black as coal, leather boots lined with fur which kept my feet cozy.
...ath does Emma come to realize that the best things in life is family and the happiness that it can provide. The selfishness that had ruled her life was nothing now all the things that were importune to before are now nothing. The things she had bought and the lovers she had been with are not with her now. Only Charles and her little girl, the ones she had tried to flee from are with her now.