Title: After him.
by Vicky from Essex | in writing, fiction
Standing at the chapel doors, she felt a cold rush shiver up through her finger tips as the wind flew against her delicate ebony hair. One leg brushed against the other in a sense of security, making sure she was the only one around to see the violet sun settle, kissing the horizon tenderly. It was only a few grimacing seconds ago her life was painted out in an essence of serenity and passion. Disturbing the peace that was laying upon her porcelain face was a broken teardrop. Her fingers linger towards to her petal hued cheek to rub it away, but she stopped, knowing that only one, single, beautifully crafted hand could stroke the trickling tear away. Lowering her whimpering eyes stirringly to the gravel pavement, the lonely teardrop pulled away from her barrier, falling or flying to the ground'
I was listening to a song, hometown glory by Adele, and the piano in the song just made me want to write, so I started typing. It isn't based on anything in my life, it's just a display of the emotions a person can go through at dofficult times.
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