He lay there, not opening his eyes, knowing that the blinding light of the sun would just make things worse. The heat was unbearable but he just couldn't move. The shock of what had just occured was keeping him rooted to the spot as if all his limbs had weights attached to them. He tried calling out but no sound could be made and what would happen if someone did hear? Would he want that person to come to him? What if it was HER? The pain she'd already caused it was obvious that she would find him to finish the job. The pain in his chest worsened at that very thought but he knew he had to get away. He'd never seen it coming. That sudden attack, it wasn't like she came from behind to get him, she'd gone right up to his face, looked into his eyes and started it all. Started that process that left him...here...wherever here was.
It was time, he needed hope, he needed to see where he was. So he slowly opened his eyes, blinking heavily at the furiosity of the suns rays. Now adapted to the light he looked to his left and to his right but everything was a blur, he couldn't make anything out. He realised he couldn't hear anything either, was that the sea over there? It couldn't be he couldn't hear it, he couldn't smell it. He couldn't even feel what was beneath him. What had she done to him?
She'd ripped his heart out of course. He loved her with all his might yet she had thrown it back in his face and given her heart to another man. He was on a deserted island, deserted because he was alone. He could not see, hear, smell or touch because without a heart what else was there to be done. He was lost and alone and had nothing to live for. So as the waves engulfed him as the tide came in, he took one final breath and thought his last thought...I loved that girl and I will love no other.....
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2008-02-11 @ 11:00