When someone ask how you are doing
You force a smile
Because it is the decent thing to do
When someone ask if you are fine
You are too eager to answer
Because a false "yes" is more appropriate than a genuine "no"
When someone comments on your weary posture
You brush it of with a hollow laugh
Because that is the proper way to lead your life
And when someone catch you in the act of shattering
You are quick to dry your tears
Becuase it is unseemly to be distressed
Lovers at a great divide by SeptemberSunrise, literature
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Lovers at a great divide
The gravel crackled under my feet.
My old Converse, with ink hearts on the back of the sole's and gray shoelaces and holes along the sides, was slowly rolling back and forth along the gravel. The soft motion slowly swung me and the metal chains above me wailed quietly. The chilly autumn breeze tugged at my tied back hair and bright scarf and bare hands. Lonesome leaves drifted by me and I continued my slow swinging.
You sniffled sharply and disturbed the silence. Your boot clad feet were impatient on the fine gravel below us and your restless fingers curled and uncurled around your swing's chain and your eyes wandered over the deserted play
”Lift it gently.”
”I am lifting it 'gently'!”
”That is not lifting it gently! You have to...” The rest of Jöns's sentence was drowned out by the sound of the violently protesting engine. It growled viciously for a few seconds before giving up and giving in, the car limping to an abrupt stop on the empty parking lot.
Hilda growled almost as viciously as the engine before releasing a frustrated cry as she beat the steering wheel with her fists. She inhaled deeply as she grabbed hold of it again, the top of her knuckles turning white. She refused to look at Jöns, and he tried to swallo
I cut my hair.
It was the only way I knew how to physically rid myself of him.
I cut the strands that he had pulled his fingers through. I cut the soft locks that he had spent hours helping me sort out. I cut the hair that he had so persistently encouraged me to grow longer.
The first few days were the hardest.
It was empty. I didn't know what to do with my hands, now that I didn't have something to constantly tug at. My neck was constantly cold from the sudden exposure. And I was naked. I didn't have anything to hide behind. It was just me and my raw lonesomeness against the world.
Then the first few weeks had been the hardest.
I had s