Kulikovia
09-07-2007, 00:25
OOC: This isn't an rp, but merely a story I'm writing to be posted on NS. You can leve comments if you choose to. I hope you all enjoy!
Chapter 1: Days of Innocence and Youth, Gone....
A cold November wind whipped through the trees of Jonensberg Park. Most of the leaves were gone and the ones that remained began to let go and dance in the brisk wind. The park was nearly empty of any visitors today. The park was a large one as it lay nestled along the banks of the Telska River which divided the capital. There was a walking path that ran parallel with the river, offering a beautiful view of Old Town across the river. Old Town was the oldest part of the capital and a marvelous sight for anyone to see. With numerous historical sites and shoppes. Trees lined the bank above the walking path as benches were placed at certain intervals. A railing lined the end of the area to prevent people from wandering off and into the river. The river ran lazily through the city and was quite wide, various bridges crossed over with a few modern ones as well.
A young man stood next to a bench, looking off to the other side of the city, he always admired the sight. The park was his favorite place to go. There, he read books, relaxed, played soccer with friends, and would frequent the park...with her. As he stood there, gripping a bundle of flowers, a light rain began to patter against the ground. The rain helped to mask the tears slowly beginning to form around the edges of his hazel eyes. His grip on the flowers tightened, almost strangling the life from them as a torrent of emotions raged through his mind. His head hung low, nearly looking at the ground. The light rain became heavier as streams of tears finally broke free and slid down his cheeks and dangled off his chin. At one point, his head turned to the Telska which began to swell and flow faster from the rains. I could end it...I could end the pain. Slowly, he managed to push those thoughts from his mind. Killing himself wouldn't do any good, no wrong would be made right with such actions. Unable to cope with the feelings, his body became numb and distant from his mind. The iron clad grip faltered and the bundle of roses plummeted to the wet ground, landing into a small puddle, rose peddles broke away and dangled in the air, almost suspended before the dropped to the moist ground.
Ahead of him, a beautiful young woman walked slowly away, her medium length dirty blonde hair soaked all the way through, matted on her head as tassels cascaded over her face. Her face...a beautiful round face with a cute nose and soft features with angelic blue eyes that could never scowl or judge or make any harsh glance. Her head hung low, fists clenched in anger, ahtred filling her veins. I have to hate him! I'll never let go unless I do! She kept telling herself. Any part of her that still loved him must be assaulted with rage and anger in order to kill that feeling of warmth and love. She walked away from love, away from a life she once knew. This was the only way, I can never forgive him. The young woman trudged onward, down the walkway and out of the park. Life for the two of them, would never be the same...
Chapter 1: Days of Innocence and Youth, Gone....
A cold November wind whipped through the trees of Jonensberg Park. Most of the leaves were gone and the ones that remained began to let go and dance in the brisk wind. The park was nearly empty of any visitors today. The park was a large one as it lay nestled along the banks of the Telska River which divided the capital. There was a walking path that ran parallel with the river, offering a beautiful view of Old Town across the river. Old Town was the oldest part of the capital and a marvelous sight for anyone to see. With numerous historical sites and shoppes. Trees lined the bank above the walking path as benches were placed at certain intervals. A railing lined the end of the area to prevent people from wandering off and into the river. The river ran lazily through the city and was quite wide, various bridges crossed over with a few modern ones as well.
A young man stood next to a bench, looking off to the other side of the city, he always admired the sight. The park was his favorite place to go. There, he read books, relaxed, played soccer with friends, and would frequent the park...with her. As he stood there, gripping a bundle of flowers, a light rain began to patter against the ground. The rain helped to mask the tears slowly beginning to form around the edges of his hazel eyes. His grip on the flowers tightened, almost strangling the life from them as a torrent of emotions raged through his mind. His head hung low, nearly looking at the ground. The light rain became heavier as streams of tears finally broke free and slid down his cheeks and dangled off his chin. At one point, his head turned to the Telska which began to swell and flow faster from the rains. I could end it...I could end the pain. Slowly, he managed to push those thoughts from his mind. Killing himself wouldn't do any good, no wrong would be made right with such actions. Unable to cope with the feelings, his body became numb and distant from his mind. The iron clad grip faltered and the bundle of roses plummeted to the wet ground, landing into a small puddle, rose peddles broke away and dangled in the air, almost suspended before the dropped to the moist ground.
Ahead of him, a beautiful young woman walked slowly away, her medium length dirty blonde hair soaked all the way through, matted on her head as tassels cascaded over her face. Her face...a beautiful round face with a cute nose and soft features with angelic blue eyes that could never scowl or judge or make any harsh glance. Her head hung low, fists clenched in anger, ahtred filling her veins. I have to hate him! I'll never let go unless I do! She kept telling herself. Any part of her that still loved him must be assaulted with rage and anger in order to kill that feeling of warmth and love. She walked away from love, away from a life she once knew. This was the only way, I can never forgive him. The young woman trudged onward, down the walkway and out of the park. Life for the two of them, would never be the same...