Hello Readers of Mine! Thanks for...reading? Anyhoo, this was just a little story that came to my mind a couple nights ago, and I decided to write it out. Reviews are greatly appreciated, and keep in mind that this story is a work in progress.
Hope pounded her fist on her bed, frustration racing through her body, as if she needed more. Hot tears ran out of her pinched eyes, dampening her soft pillow with their sorrow. When Hope finally finished her relentless mourning, she pulled herself up slowly so that she could look out the window. The day was beautiful, one of the autumn days that make you want to rest outside and catch leaves like pearls on your fingertips. A few, stray, golden leaves drifted slowly down to the ground, moving as if in slow motion, only because of the foreboding breeze that swept the sky. Soon winter would come, with it bringing harsh winds, and light snow, a beautiful contrast, that kept many indoors for most of the season. Shaking herself from her daydreams, Hope checked her phone, something that she had done at least a hundred times in the past hour, before relinquishing it to its cradle, realizing that Raymond wasn’t going to call her. Ever again.
She and Raymond had been, well, she wouldn’t put it was going out. They had never really been out, but they had kissed. Didn’t that count for something? And then he had to go and break her heart, as if nothing had happened between them. She tried to tell herself that it didn’t matter, that he didn’t matter. Her mind was listening, but her heart just couldn’t believe the lies. For once in her life, nothing made since.
Hope was a very clean girl. She was truthfully border line OCD, and it showed from the way her life was. Everything had to be scheduled and orderly. Any slight change of plans set her off, and she couldn’t control herself. Many would say that she was high maintenance, but that was hardly true, she just had a way that things needed to be. Hope was very beautiful, with long ash-blonde hair, and quiet blue eyes, observant and intelligent. She was far from perfect, but she was very lovely, but all these thoughts about her had disappeared with Raymond’s compassion, and suddenly she was nothing more than an impish, tiny child, just learning how to think.
A knock on Hope’s door brought Hope to her feet, quickly wiping her eyes, “Hope, the guests are here, won’t you come down and greet them?” Hope quickly nodded, and as soon as the door closed, she smacked herself on the head. How could she have forgotten about her father’s best friend, and his son coming? Then again, why should she worry? This son of his was at least four years older than her, what interest could ever be there? Still, there was reason to make a good impression, so she dove into her closet and picked out a clean, white dress, trimmed with black lace, and brushed out her hair.
The “friends” had turned out to be very kind, and their son, well, let’s just say he was way out of her league. They sat together at the dinner table that night, passing bread, and happily chatting about memories. Memories, Hope thought, what a strange thing. A cause of much pain, yet, a source of utmost happiness. Hope looked up from her turkey burger to discover the 19-something year old looking straight at her. They made eye contact for what seemed like an eternity, before Hope excused herself from the table, claiming she had work to do, though it was a Friday night. She needed time to think.
Sorry. But for a chapter, it was on the less side. I know that on YWS, people like shorter stories (and I am one of them 