For everyone who has read this writing piece up to part seven, I have changed it. I decided that I wanted a change and I didn't want verse. So after many weeks and days of thinking this over, I have now rewritten Until The End to a written story form. Harsh reviews are welcomed. Enjoy, reading!
Love. A definition of feeling a warm personal attachment towards a beloved person. When you yearn for that special person day in and out. When night falls, and you call for them in your dreams. When you feel wobbly in your knees as you gaze into their eyes. That crush is no longer there as slowly a small affection grows between you and that important person.
Yet, as you find that someone attractive, can you truly love them as they're not really there. Where they are between the past and present, as they drift from different worlds. But in time, can your souls be connected while the other isn't fully there?
Time had slowly trickled by as I waited. And being there, in that moment, no one could stop me for what I would do next. Was I afraid? Even though the bitter wind made chills go down my spine.
The weather wasn't sharp to the skin, nor cold to the touch. It was warm in a way, that wanted me to smile with it. I closed my eyes for a mere second and felt him around me. I knew he was watching over me like a guardian angel.
As I slightly opened my eyes, I gently pulled the blue fleece sweater over my head. I then placed it on the nearby, yellow wicker chair. I was wearing only a green bikini top and lime colored Hawaiian shorts. Pushing those thoughts away, that I didn't match, I felt the breeze wrap along my pale skin, showing those unwanted goosebumps.
Sliding out of my white flip-flops, I placed my right foot on the bar. Then I wrapped my hands on the bar, as it showed my knuckles appearing in white. I knew I was squeezing too hard, like the life was drained out of me. One foot went up, then the other as I slowly made my way up the ladder.
As I made it to the top, I saw the vast scenery. It was amazingly breathtaking. The lake was dark blue, as it seemed like it could go on forever. I peered down below, without falling, and saw different sized fishes swimming by. How they could go on with life, as if nothing would happen.
The large, gray stone was already at the top with the thick tan rope. I know it was you, that put these here. I knew he wanted me with him. Badly, as he wanted it, I took my humble time to make everything perfect. For the both of us.
I bent down and tied the rope to the rock. Afterwards, I placed the other end around my petite ankle. I then lifted myself up, with the heavy stone in my hands.
Suddenly I heard people coming. No. I want to be alone for this. No one should be here and see this happen. The voices were no longer distant, as they were coming closer to me.
“Hailey! Where are you?”
Ignoring the call of my name, I held tightly to the stone and walked one step at a time to the edge. The diving board was wobbly, I knew I wouldn't fall. Just, yet.
“Oh my god, Hailey! What the heck are you doing?” The alarming voice of Harper rang through out my bones. She was and still to me, is my one true friend at heart.
Slightly turning to my right side, without falling one bit, I saw them. Harper, Emery, and Walker. They stood there, on the boardwalk, being pale white as me. I knew thoughts swarmed through their minds of what I was planning to do. I don't blame them, I would think the same, too.
And through a soft whisper, I said, “I'm sorry, Harper.” Yet, she was able to hear me as her eyes widened at my apologetic words.
Her face wore a questionable stare, “But why?” She called out through the fierce wind.
It was beginning to pick up. He knew this was taking forever. I agreed through this pointless conversation.
“I'm just sorry.” I turned back to face the lake, but heard something else. It wasn't Harper's voice, but something more manly.
It was Emery, “You can't do this, Hailey! You know he wouldn't want this.” He cared for me as much as he liked me. He thought we were a couple, but I thought otherwise. I only cared for someone else.
I didn't turn back, as I spoke, “No. We want this. I need to be with him as much as he wants me.”
I immediately heard Harper gasp, “That's not possible. He died years ago.” She paused before I got to say anything. “He's not even alive.” I could tell that she froze to those words she had just spoken.
I took a deep breath, allowing Harper's words to float away. “He is alive.” I paused as I stumbled out my next words, “I-I love him.” Why did I feel like I resented those three words? “I need to be with Jackson and I know he wants me.”
And then...I took the step. I knew life with Jackson would be wonderful and I could feel my heart connecting with his. And I know, two souls from two different worlds can be together. For as long as it could be, for eternity.
“Hailey! No!” Harper's voice was becoming distant as I fell and fell, until I hit water. Immediately the icy waters stabbed me like a thousand knives. It didn't hurt one bit, as I only thought of him. Sinking farther and farther down, I knew this was it. I was finally going to be with him.
I did not resurface.
I can tell that you learned from your last verse story and changed it here. It flowed so much better than you last one.
