This is a short story about a person that loses something he values, and is torn apart by despair. He soon tries to find what's wrong with him, when everything else is OK.
We were sitting on the rooftop, drinking hot chocolate, when the heat floated up in our faces and created lovely nesses of heartily smiles. You stared at me with big eyes, as if you'd discovered me for the first time. But the truth was something else, you'd discovered too much of me; my dark side. As a scream from a distant past, you put down the hot chocolate, and started to balance on the edge of the roof, with just painful words to keep you from falling. The shadows dragged you away from me, and into the eternal darkness, until you just were an almost unnoticeable silhouette outside of my memory.
You always said that you loved Coke, even after I'd told you about the negative content. Many mothers tell their kids that Coke can make the teeth rotten away, but I'd never believed it, because your teeth looked like perfect pearls. If hot chocolate is the only good thing for me in this world, then it can't be too dangerous to try and find new possibilities of satisfaction. I'd big plans about standing against the wind, but when everything else was blown away, I didn't want to be left alone.
To be single is not a bad thing, but to be lonely is something else. I'm not sure what I am, but I still walked over to the shop and bought hundred bottles of Coke. Sometimes it's best to be prepared. My bathtub was big and clean, and we'd both spent long evenings in that place, when everything else seemed so hopeless. We should be united now, a place where only we could see each other.
I looked at the couples in love that tried to cover themselves from the rain. The drops hit me, but I didn't complain. I understood why the couples tried to cover themselves; because the spear of the rain is as cold as it's deadly. I'd never wished that I had a living umbrella. I mean, if we'd become angry with each other, wouldn't it be able to chop my head of, when I least expected it? Who can love an umbrella as much that they dare to take that chance?
The whole bathtub was full now, and my faithful duck was lying there on the waves. I lowered my body into the black liquid, and let it play with my skin. It felt like it was unsure, as if we'd something in common, but it started to bite in the end. I wish you would pop by one day, just to find me here, melted together with the bathtub, where the duck was the only witness. I know that my duck would've said anything; he knows when not to speak, just as you should've done. Your scream would never leave your mouth, because the pearls stop the sound, and leave you in an inferno of lovely feelings and despair. You would just put you hands around my neck, and let your body fall into the liquid, where we should be, and disappear from life, just leaving nothing but hundred bottles of what you loved, and maybe my heart too. But it's not sure, because an impulsive heart like mine shouldn't be that fragile. And especially not when you've discovered how much shit it contains; despite the fact that it's as sweet as sugar.
Short story by Key
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Written on 2007-03-17 at 20:52
Tags Coke Despair Love
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Bottle heart
I've always been an impulsive person, but sometimes it must've been the worst thing that I could've been.We were sitting on the rooftop, drinking hot chocolate, when the heat floated up in our faces and created lovely nesses of heartily smiles. You stared at me with big eyes, as if you'd discovered me for the first time. But the truth was something else, you'd discovered too much of me; my dark side. As a scream from a distant past, you put down the hot chocolate, and started to balance on the edge of the roof, with just painful words to keep you from falling. The shadows dragged you away from me, and into the eternal darkness, until you just were an almost unnoticeable silhouette outside of my memory.
You always said that you loved Coke, even after I'd told you about the negative content. Many mothers tell their kids that Coke can make the teeth rotten away, but I'd never believed it, because your teeth looked like perfect pearls. If hot chocolate is the only good thing for me in this world, then it can't be too dangerous to try and find new possibilities of satisfaction. I'd big plans about standing against the wind, but when everything else was blown away, I didn't want to be left alone.
To be single is not a bad thing, but to be lonely is something else. I'm not sure what I am, but I still walked over to the shop and bought hundred bottles of Coke. Sometimes it's best to be prepared. My bathtub was big and clean, and we'd both spent long evenings in that place, when everything else seemed so hopeless. We should be united now, a place where only we could see each other.
I looked at the couples in love that tried to cover themselves from the rain. The drops hit me, but I didn't complain. I understood why the couples tried to cover themselves; because the spear of the rain is as cold as it's deadly. I'd never wished that I had a living umbrella. I mean, if we'd become angry with each other, wouldn't it be able to chop my head of, when I least expected it? Who can love an umbrella as much that they dare to take that chance?
The whole bathtub was full now, and my faithful duck was lying there on the waves. I lowered my body into the black liquid, and let it play with my skin. It felt like it was unsure, as if we'd something in common, but it started to bite in the end. I wish you would pop by one day, just to find me here, melted together with the bathtub, where the duck was the only witness. I know that my duck would've said anything; he knows when not to speak, just as you should've done. Your scream would never leave your mouth, because the pearls stop the sound, and leave you in an inferno of lovely feelings and despair. You would just put you hands around my neck, and let your body fall into the liquid, where we should be, and disappear from life, just leaving nothing but hundred bottles of what you loved, and maybe my heart too. But it's not sure, because an impulsive heart like mine shouldn't be that fragile. And especially not when you've discovered how much shit it contains; despite the fact that it's as sweet as sugar.
Short story by Key
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Written on 2007-03-17 at 20:52
Tags Coke Despair Love
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