Good Morning/Afternoon/Evening/Night(whichever one it is in your part of the world),
Hi! I'm Knight Hardy here on a mission to ensure that all works on YWS has at least two reviews. You will probably never see this but....Imma do this anyway.
First Impression: So this one was actually slightly confusing to me. I didn't really understand what was happening beyond the most obvious parts of the plot. It could just because most of the metaphors flew over my head but yaa I just wanted to say that. But story wise it was a pretty smoothly flowing story and the language was also pretty good.
Anyway let's get right to it,
You gave me your heart beneath the budding leaves, and I asked what I was supposed to do with it; I had never had one before, and you knew it. So you chuckled beside me and slapped me playfully and pointed to your full chest and said, “make it beat.”
Well that seems a very nice little start for a romantic story. So good job there.
So I did, and it grew into two hearts and when school ended I gave you the one that I had called mine, before you pushed me into the sinkhole and dove in after me just so that you could say that we fell for each other.
Okay...not quite understanding what it's trying to say but okay that's probably just me being stupid like I usually am.
And I hated you when you were in the hospital, and I showed it to you in that get-well card I bought from Hallmark for a dollar, and I showed you when you looked at me and said that they had told you that you were dying, and I never ever cried, even though you wept for the world you had cast aside with your certainty.
Well that's some realistic drama right there.
You told me the doctors had said that you might have a few more days. I can’t remember what was wrong with you besides the arrogance you had sworn to me you had abolished and I had believed you.
OUCH.
And when you died, I said “good” and I watched your ashes be scattered into the waterfall.
Nice callback to the waterfall.
Now I sit, with the only heart I have, and it’s broken and it’s yours, and I know that we were each other before you died and I had first gotten you drunk. I watch the shooting stars tear the sky apart now in perfect incisions, and I don’t think I’ll ever quite know how this story ends, but maybe it was when your younger brother was born, a year after you killed us both, and your parents started smiling again. Maybe.
I have to say besides this one man getting himself killed by possible arrogant tendencies is all that I managed to decipher from this one. It's just not very clear to me what's actually going on.
Aaaaand that's it for this one.
Overall: So overall this is a pretty decent story with some really god language even though I didn't quite understand exactly what happened the bit I did seemed like a solid idea. And that's about all I have to say.
As always remember to take what you think was helpful and forget the rest.
Stay Safe
Harry
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