Young Writers Society

~Okay, so I had no idea if YWS published free verse stories and so I had to ask. If "other" fiction doesn't apply to this, then tell me and I'll move it. Otherwise negatives reviews are welcomed! Oh, and enjoy. ~

I ran.

And that's all I did.

I ran from what was right. In my life.

I didn't care. Whatsoever.

He was all I cared about.

I knew he called for me

at night

when the moon was

out and about.

For I longed

to be with him.

And all it's possibilities.

Nothing could stop me,

for being with him.

I opened

the rusty, old gate

and crept through

the wild gardens.

Time.

It was probably midnight.

But I didn't care,

what would happen in the morning.

I held onto the cold doorknob

and regret

swam all through me,

like a confused child.

My next movement

could probably change

my life.

Forever.

I instead pushed open the door

and was blown away

from the

bright chandelier's lights.

Everything inside

looked like a

picture from the past.

The moment I stepped

onto the clearing

everything about me changed.

I was now wearing

a short black dress.

Walking farther into the room,

I saw a floor length

mirror.

Was that really me?

Did I really have

wavy

ash

blond hair

and blood

red lips?

Or was my

imagination

creeping

back into my thoughts?

I looked at

the mirror

differently

And saw him.

I didn't

move

one

inch.

He walked

swiftly,

smiling,

that

perfect

smile of his.

He came up

from behind

me.

“Gracie.”

He slowly

whispered

into my ear.

I closed

my eyes.

A few special

moments passed

by.

With him putting

light

kisses

down my throat.

I felt

like I was

going to

die.

Time passed

quickly.

He turned me around.

He looked sexier

than before.

“So beautiful.”

He grazed my cheek

with his warm hand.

I closed my eyes

once more.

I felt his soft

lips upon mine.

A moment passes

and we pull away.

He looks me in

the eye.

I know it is

time.

“Come.”

I gave him my hand.

He led me upstairs.