This is about Emma. It's about her heart that felt heavy as a brick, and her fingers that slide along smooth, white colored walls occasionally. Her bed is the color of a warm day with a breeze, and her room resides in a basement. There's a guitar propped up in the corner, but she hasn't played it in ages. Maybe she forgot how to.
Her bones are fragile, and her aunt tells her she's strange because she reads a lot. (Also, her aunt doesn't like her much, but you can figure that one out.) If you looked inside her purse, you'd find a box of mints in Wintergreen flavor, a couple black pens, The Catcher in the Rye, a few crumpled receipts, a floral patterned wallet, and her thoughts on Hell.
Once, she fell in love with a boy, but that's a different story that ends in tragedy and tear stained pillowcases. Unrequited love isn't a very good friend.
She's indecisive, and not very good with stressful situations. She runs from them, and never looks back. She's a dreamer with a bad case of tripping in the hallways.
One day, she'll look out her window, and she'll discover a weeping willow in her backyard, one that was never there before. With her curiosity getting the best of her, she'll leave the house in bare feet and a sundress, to part the leaves of the majestic tree, and find everything she'd ever wanted.
*Questions:
-Will she ever come back?
-What's waiting for her in the branches?
-Is this what her heart truly desired?
"Unrequited love isn't a very good friend."
ReplyDelete"She's a dreamer with a bad case of tripping in the hallways."
"Also, her aunt doesn't like her very much, but you'll figure that one out."
Too many good lines.
I hope its okay if I fall in love with you.