Her world was shrinking into a small atom. The girl stood there in the rain trying to clean away her sorrow, pain, joy and sin. She wanted her feelings to be like a barren desert. Nothing would live inside her anymore.
She had loved him once, but he never did. How could he? He was a committed boy; perfectly committed to the person he loves. The girl knew from the beginning that he would never love her but somehow she ended up being in love with him. Her love did not want anything back in return. There were no words for her to describe her feelings. It was both excruciating and ecstatic at the same time. Her every moment, all her bliss, all the aches, every silence and every word were only for him. But he never realized. She was just a spoiled sinner to him. He took her as a joke, looked at her with abhorrence and pity.
And she could not take it. She could take his hatred, his anger, his irritation but not his pity. It was then that she decided to kill her love for a void reality.
The rain had left a cool softness in the hot summer. The street dogs were barking loudly in the silent night. A lifeless solitary body lay motionless on the dark street- the blood of the girl still red and fresh.
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His world was shrinking into a small atom. The boy stood there in the rain trying to clean away his sorrow, pain, joy and sin. He wanted his feelings to be like a barren desert. Nothing would live inside his anymore.
He had loved him once, but she never did. How could she? She was a committed girl; perfectly committed to the person she loves. The boy knew from the beginning that she would never love him but somehow he ended up being in love with her. His love did not want anything back in return. There were no words for him to describe his feelings. It was both excruciating and ecstatic at the same time. His every moment, all his bliss, all the aches, every silence and every word were only for her. But she never realized. He was just a spoiled sinner to her. She took him as a joke, looked at him with abhorrence and pity.
And he could not take it. He could take her hatred, her anger, her irritation but not her pity. It was then that he decided to kill his love for a void reality.
The rain had left a cool softness in the hot summer. The street dogs were barking loudly in the silent night. A lifeless solitary body lay motionless on the dark street- the blood of the boy still red and fresh.
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A fantasy only, and nothing else. The total plot was to picture the whole story from two different perspectives. The perspective arising from lack of understanding between the boy and the girl. Though, I hate the idea of suicide in any plot, but it was needed to make the story end. Please respond. I would love to hear constructive criticism.
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