The road is so eerily quiet at this hour. Not a person has a destination, but road is still dully illuminated. My shadows would dance all around me going from lamppost to lamppost, bursting with life while the night seemed to have swallowed everything else. The now seems so(more) real when you're out of your comfort zone walking home at 3 am, half tipsy and stoned. Things seem to matter a little bit more. I wish I apologized more. I wish I wasn't such a condescending prick when everything seems so be going my way. I should tell my mom I love her more. Two lights point my way in the distance. I get off the road. Dog barks echo in silence. My heart begins to race even more as the rumbling of the car increases. Everything's getting more real by the second. I shouldn't be in the streets at this hour. I increase my pace. The car is closer now, my body is completely under its lights. I am engulfed by this moment. The car goes by, taking all of the uneasiness with it. I let out a sigh. I go home dancing with the shadows. I'll tell my mom I love her in the morning.(less)
He could tell you the exact moment he fell in love with her, the small blossom of unique grace and cold beauty who fell into his life unexpectedly.
When first they met, she rarely glanced at him, preferring to keep her eyes downcast. She avoided the gaze everyone(more), slouching her shoulders, trying to make herself as small as possible.
The day he found her in the garden of the palace, close to the flowing, silvery fountain, she graced him a smile. Small, delicate, barely there. He might have missed it had he not been so close.
He sat with her on a stone bench beside the fountain and spoke to her. She remained silent, yet fully invested in his words. He enthralled her with stories of his time in the King's Guard, relishing every soft gasp she gave, every tiny smile, every silent laugh.
When night had fallen, and both were called to dinner, he offered her his arm. A flash of hesitance, a certain sort of fear in eyes of blue speckled granite.
His brow furrowed and he wondered for a long moment how she had come to be such a quiet creature. The man who broke this woman deserved the wrath of seven hells.
"If you wish, I can summon a servant to escort you, my lady?" he offered.
She shook her head and stood. "No, I-" she paused and looked up at him shyly, expression guarded. "I would be honored to have you as an escort."
He nodded and offered her his arm once more. After a moment more, she slipped her arm through his and they began their trek to the dining hall.
"I-I must thank you, my lord," she said. "No man has treated me thus before."
There once was a girl
She was rather lonely
And she never really minded that
Because after all
It was just simply a fact
As the girl
Thought to ponder
This over just a bit
She came to a conclusion
That startled her a bit
That she might not mind a friend
And that this loneliness
It bothered her
Quite a bit
And so the story goes
That in a moment
That was not quite a moment
For it spanned over many years
The girl found a friend
But then again the girl began to ponder
What if this friend left her?
What was she to do then?
All over again?
No the girl decided
In a rather quick
And rash sort of manner
She would not let that occur
So the girl keep a wall
Between her and her friend
So that she felt protected
At least in her mind
It wouldn't matter if the friend stayed