Life Is Not As It Seems
written by Zilent1
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written by Zilent1
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The evening is breezy yet calm. Tranquil.
The sun slowly setting behind the colossal mountains, casting shadows upon the
ground. The silence is unbearably loud and cannot concentrate on the book in
front of me. The thick, tall book which blocks the view of the thick timber
door. I am n full concentration when She walks in, so ever quietly. I do not
notice her until a movement catches my eye. I look up and smile. She says
nothing. Zilch. Those green eyes staring at me, straight in the eye. It is
unnerving. I look away. I hear her pad so softly against the thick carpet, her
nimble feet walking to the destination of her choice.
The silent figure is overtaking my mind. The words are just blurs. I repeat the same sentence repeatedly until I cannot help it. I glance up but nearly fall off my chair in shock when auburn met green. She is expressionless, yet her eyes dance with laughter. No words are uttered. I watch her as she gracefully walks over to the open window and neatly perches herself on the ledge – head facing outwards, her black braid swaying over the edge, the loose strands of hair playing with the breeze. Her piercing gaze searching the land for something. I return my focus to the book but look up as a throaty growl is emitted and nails meet wood.
Green eyes are fierce, teeth showing and gritting, her lithe body standing to fill the window space. She looks ready to jump but her self-control kicks in. I look out the window to see what has upset Her. I see Him. With another. His black clothing shining from the retreating sun, yellow-coloured contacts challenging her pure green, a smirk etched into his mouth. Walking beside Him is it. The blonde, white-clothed figure, walking proudly beside her man. Her blue eyes making no contact with green. Not even a sideways glance. Just standing there looking all innocent.
Green eyes swell up with tears and She jumps down from the ledge and runs. He seems satisfied and I glare at their retreating figures. I go find Her, to find that she is lying on my bed, deeply engrossed in her thoughts and tears, muttering incoherently. She quietens a little, and silence endures. But then, the silence is pierced by a shrill call. Someone calling her name. She lifts her head in the direction of the door and utters one word before laying her head back down and drifting off to sleep, ignoring the call.
“Meow.”
The silent figure is overtaking my mind. The words are just blurs. I repeat the same sentence repeatedly until I cannot help it. I glance up but nearly fall off my chair in shock when auburn met green. She is expressionless, yet her eyes dance with laughter. No words are uttered. I watch her as she gracefully walks over to the open window and neatly perches herself on the ledge – head facing outwards, her black braid swaying over the edge, the loose strands of hair playing with the breeze. Her piercing gaze searching the land for something. I return my focus to the book but look up as a throaty growl is emitted and nails meet wood.
Green eyes are fierce, teeth showing and gritting, her lithe body standing to fill the window space. She looks ready to jump but her self-control kicks in. I look out the window to see what has upset Her. I see Him. With another. His black clothing shining from the retreating sun, yellow-coloured contacts challenging her pure green, a smirk etched into his mouth. Walking beside Him is it. The blonde, white-clothed figure, walking proudly beside her man. Her blue eyes making no contact with green. Not even a sideways glance. Just standing there looking all innocent.
Green eyes swell up with tears and She jumps down from the ledge and runs. He seems satisfied and I glare at their retreating figures. I go find Her, to find that she is lying on my bed, deeply engrossed in her thoughts and tears, muttering incoherently. She quietens a little, and silence endures. But then, the silence is pierced by a shrill call. Someone calling her name. She lifts her head in the direction of the door and utters one word before laying her head back down and drifting off to sleep, ignoring the call.
“Meow.”
