Hi guys, this is the prologue of the story I'm currently writing. I'd like to know what you think about it and if it triggers you to wanna read more (Now edited)
We were sitting on the bridge with our legs hanging freely while our feet were dancing on the surface of the water. There we sat until one of us arose and took the other ones hand to help them up on their feet. We stood there hand in hand and just admired the view until we finally dared to take the leap and fall down. We shivered when the cold embraced us and each took a deep breath and felt the chilly air fill our lungs. The moon had a red glowing shimmer tonight and the sky was painted black, lit up by a few million stars. The world was almost silent and a soft and quite breeze made tiny little waves on the surface. I took a short peak at the world around me, so dark yet so beautiful.
It was summer and the air was filled with a mist of new cut grass, flowers and warmth. I couldn’t see much of my surroundings but I could see the silhouettes of blooming trees, by-passing people, hear the voices of whispering people and the barks from a dog far, far away. Then I let my body sink deep enough so that my mouth, nose and eyes were covered with water and I heard nothing but my own heartbeat.
I opened my eyes, and it stung a little when the salty water met my eyes. At first I could see nothing, but slowly the contours of my other half dissolved. She had sunk much further than me and her wet cloths pulled her even further down, as did mine. Even at this distance her incredibly blue eyes were not to be missed, they seemed always to be shining with a light no other pair of eyes I’d seen owned and her long dark hair made a perfect contrast. I drifted closer towards her until my hands could meet hers, which she had stretched towards me.
Our palms seemed to be made to meet; they were like to pieces of a puzzle. The fact that we were each other’s opposite just made us fit better together. There were things on the surface that could make us “look” the same… we both had dark hair and pale skin and was of the smaller model but apart from that not much would give us much resemblance. On the outside the eyes were the biggest reason. Hers were big, gifted with long eye-lashes and her irises were oceanic blue while mine were smaller, more oval and were of the color of deepest, darkest black.
But what made me different not only from her, but from everybody, was that my eyes were ALL black. Not only my irises. But my eyes were also what separated me from everybody but her. She was the only one who dared to know me, the only one who couldn’t see, sense or did believe in my darkness.
That is why now, here under the water where are lungs are still, she doesn’t seem scared when my hands move from her palms to her wrists and why she doesn’t seem bothered when my grip harden, why she keep smiling at me while we sunk further down the ocean…
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