Prompt: (from @melifluousgelatoo.writes on Instagram)
If you're writing a romance book where the MC always tries to move on from their dead lover but could never succeed. What would the last line be?
@letters.from.skye : (m/m)
He'd smiled at him then, with that delicate, angelic smile,
and told him he wanted him to move on, to be happy.
But how could he when it felt as if his heart had been
ripped out and all that was left was a bleeding, raw nothingness.
And every day he kept falling into this dark, suffocating, endless void.
This is what'll make me happy, James, he thought.
And then he tilted his body forward off the edge. And finally,
after all this time, he sensed the slightest hope that he would be
seeing him again, and his heart felt whole once more.
Jay run through the dimly lit corridors and passageways, quite unaware of where he was going when he suddenly bumped into something hard and stumbled back.
'Ethan..', he whispered, staring into the deep green eyes of the taller boy.
'What are you doing here at this hour?' Ethan said.
'I - I - ' he thought about confessing what he saw but he was certain no one would believe him, especially not Ethan.
'You'd better head back to our common room before a professor spots you wandering around the corridors.'
'What about you?' he said defiantly.
'What about me?'
Jay realized his heart was beating faster against his chest and tried to catch his breath. 'Never mind,' he said and meant to walk past Ethan when he felt him gently grabbing his arm. He turned around. Ethan gazed at him, his gaze softening. 'Listen, what happened today at the great hall, I didn't mean to-'
'I know,' Jay said. 'It doesn't matter.' It did.
They awkwardly stared at each other for what seemed like hours when they heard something pacing towards them from the other side of the corridor.
So I have had this story floating around in my mind for almost four years now. I decided to start writing it. The more I brainstorm it, the more it feels like I'm rewriting Harry Potter? I am pissed.
As soon as I arrived at the antique bookshop my eyes met the most extraordinary opulent architecture I had ever seen. The building’s front was covered with beautiful flowers that seemed to come alive with the gentle stroke of the sun’s golden rays. Fervently I opened the door and walked inside. The doorbell rang playfully and the library’s cat lifted up its head and gazed at me with sleepy eyes. Shire music was playing in the background. A warm scent of brewing coffee was wafting in the air and I felt as if I was back home. The walls were stacked with books as high as my eyes could see, and even more, books were piled on the floors and by the shelves. My chest was about to explode. I kindly waved a smile to the girl behind the counter and walked further into paradise.
Turns out there are some people out there
who can show you that life truly is worth living.
When you manage to break into their world
and merely get a glimpse of how deep it runs,
you finally start to realize what beauty could really mean.
They innocently nourish your love for life.
The days become brighter and warmer;
each moment spent with him you become engulfed in happiness,
a euphoric feeling that resides within you all along.
And you know you’re not seeing things through rose-tinted lenses,
because you’ve been through experiences, and you can tell:
this is real. He is real.
But still, you can’t believe how you managed to find such a gem
and make him fall in love with you.
Somehow, I still wonder if it’s too good to be real,
if it’s just a dream, if I deserve this gift.
Within the darkest of moments,
feelings once hidden from your mind,
in the unknown shadows of the cosmos,
from the deepest parts of your soul.
Despair. It’s part of you.
It always has been.
Its gravity pulls you.
You give in.
Into this chaotic nothingness.
Pulsating waves of energy
radiating into the abyss.
Your gravity drawns me.
As I drift closer to you
To the point of no return.
The Gushing Waves
Stars are burning out,
turning into galaxies.
You embrace me,
and all my thoughts wither away.
All I hear are the gushing waves,
I feel your soft breath on my lips.
Will it ever be enough?
In this eternal moment in time,
I exist only in your kiss..