sexta-feira, 30 de abril de 2010

The Shades of Love

Chapter 5: The river of life




A small tear came from behind her eyes, as crystal as the stars above.
All she could think of was the sacrifices, the scares of that love that she still felt. Some showed in her bare wrists, others way too deep to see.
A smile drew in her face, a smile to hide the piercing pain she felt stabbing her cold chest.
In her eyes the uncaring image of death.
The silhouette of the horizon was starting to become of a blue-ish white.
The time was running out of her reach, the night starting to end.


Flashback


There they were once more.
On the top of the highest building of Sidney.
They could see the entire city from there.
From the blue mountains to the very end of the Port Jackson.
The lights of the city like little stars pleading to be catch.
She was sitting in Tom’s lap, their lips interlaced.
They couldn’t think of anything that wasn’t each other.
Then they started to hear, to see a million flashes all around.
The lights blinded them.
They couldn’t see where they came from, figure out how they got there, but there they were, blinding, stabbing, unstoppable.
Tom got up only to see them brighter, bigger.
The man screamed at them.
“Here!”
“ARE YOU TOGETHER?”
“FOR HOW LONG HAVE YOU BEEN HIDING THIS RELASHION SHIP?”
“WHAT’S HER NAME?”


End of flashback


She wished she could go back and stop that from happening.
Every single event that they had veiled, now out in the open.
She could see the pain in Tom’s eyes.
She could feel the disappointment in Bill’s stare.
She just couldn’t stand the stabbing pain of discovery.
What she would never guess was what was coming next.
Who would actually guess Louis would have done what he did.



Flashback


Night took over the blue sky, now turning into shades of orange and pink.
Behind the sweet, dark veil of deception covered Louis pace.
No one knew what he was doing, not even he really knew it.
As he walked thru the half dark streets waiting for a cine for what to do next.
Then a hand came out of the dark, white as a ghost could be.
“Here.” A cold harsh voice said.
Louis followed the hand into a sinister building.
Inside was only a small light in the extreme corner of the ceiling, giving the room a somewhat hunted appearance.
There was only a black table with a black chair in the middle of the room.
“Here is what u asked for…” The man said putting a big fat brown envelope “Where’s my money?” the man asked in a brutal voice.
“Here!” he said throwing a thick envelope on to the table.
Louis grabbed the enveloped the other man had thrown and walking out of the dark ally.


End of Flashback


Betrail wasn’t the word for what he had done, not even close to it.
He went from their best, most, and single friend, to a cold, senseless dead body.
All she could think now was the simple fact that he was gone, gone from their lives, from their past, from their future.
A crystal clear tear ran down her marble pink cheek.
She missed him so much, not only Louis, but all of them, the band, tom…
Her thoughts trailed off into the deeps of its pain.


Flashback


As he got home he opened the envelope, inside were thousands of pictures of the sisters and Tom and Bill.
Everything that they had been fighting so hard to keep secret, ready to be spread.
He took out his lighter and carefully, one by one burned every single picture he had got.
He prayed that they would have been left alone.
With all the money he had gave to the photographer to keep quiet, to never say a soul about what he had found.
He just hopped it would all go away; go back to the time in the eager streets of Paris, where pain was nothing but a nightmare out of touch.


End of flashback


The pain of every word, of every shot, of every flash still burned on her bruised skin.
The fear never went away from her golden eyes, that seemed older with the responsibility they transmitted.
The responsibility of carrying the pain of a gone love, of a thought life, of an older sister.
Of hiding the truth from a pointless life.


Flashback


They ran down the busy streets of Milan.
Running from everything they feared, everything they couldn’t escape.
Louis was right behind them, trying to find ways out of that mess.
The countless paparazzi ran like wild lions after them.
As they ran Louis had an idea, nothing would be able to distract the paparazzi, unless a possible death.
He stopped in the middle of the street.
He thought of running away on the last second, but something that he wasn’t counting was scooters.
The cars stopped in front of him, but then out of every corner came scooters. With all the commotion he fell on to Navilgi (big river in Milan).
The girl ran back as they screamed from him.
Tears of pure, stabbing pain that carved their way on their chests
Screams of despair sang their way out of their suddenly empty chests.


End of flashback

Um comentário:

  1. I FEEELLLLL DEPREEESSEEEDDD
    LOUIS BETREEDED USSSS!!!!
    and wow...>.> you still asleep
    HHAHAHAHAH
    LOVED ITTTTT

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