#FF00BF ">This is one of the first pieces i've wrote..Bit sci-fi.. i didnt know where it was leading so i stopped.
I tried to Do it from a male point of view. Please critique..
The Street lights flickered on and off. My hands started to shake and the slight moisture in my Sore eyes, decided to trickle down my blackish blue face. I desperately had to touch the ground and make sure that this image was definatly a dream. I couldn’t let myself believe that this moment was true because that would mean I would remember it in the future. In this life, Memory stays and plagues the mind, Wrapping round the smallest emotion and making it more prominent by just seeing one little thing.
The venomous concrete, scaly and damp, was definatly real and this meant one thing. The face in front of me was hers and only hers. Her once beautiful Aquatic eyes, now pure black and surrounded by shredded skin. Her Slender and perfect body, now a tattered and mutilated memory. Her pouted lips, once peachy pink and glossy, now drained and lifeless. Her death was no accident. A monster, a psychopath, a traitor. That was always a problem with shifting. You never knew when it would happen and you could end up doing something that would never occur to you. Like ripping your girlfriend apart, limb by limb. All could do was hate myself and bring her back. Sadly I couldn’t bring myself to deal with her. Bringing her back would only torture her further and I personally couldn’t handle more than one betrayal.
I strode towards her.
It was then I awoke.
“crap.” I mumbled to myself. Why did I let myself revive her.
I noticed a thin, tall girl walking towards me and scrutinizing my expression.
shall I walk past him ? Oh god, he is too gorgeous. Maybe if I flick my hair, He might just look at me and then I could start a conversation.
I felt sorry for her
