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[...Shatters] 18-02-2008 01:14 к комментариям - к полной версии - понравилось!


The rain was pouring down mercilessly.
She was there, out in the cold, wet night, kneeling.
Plenty of small shatters were lying before her on the soaking ground shedding hopelessness and impossibility.
The occasionally dropped words, short meaningful phrases she had been collecting for so long to finally arrange the pieces of the puzzle and see his real face... They were so sharp she had cut her fingers to blood but still not given up trying. And yet the shatters were contradictive beyond any explanation: it was positively unclear how one being of sound mind could ever put them together.
The occupation had worn her out. Unnatural thinness betrayed her, so did the palor of the face, whereas the eyes gleamed with frightening fever. No doubt, she had spent much time seeking out the worthy pieces in piles of his words.
Despite this, just a small part of the picture had been restored, being at the same time appealing and scary, but that made her even more industrious in her efforts.
The streams of water ran down her trembling fingers. Suddenly she bent her arms and let out a spearing scream, a cry of both rage and passion.
She was never to know him, never to understand him.
There were things she was never allowed to find out. The dream should be resigned and forgotten once for all.
Head down, she rose to her bare feet and toiled home.
The rain wouldn't stop.

A week passed. This time the night sky was clear, but her eyes did water incessantly. He was lying beside her, staring blankly before him. Silence was habitual, and still unusually painful. Following a strange impulse, she brought his hand to her face, and several little cuts on his fingers caught her eye.
- What's that?
- Nevermind.
"Another thing I'm not supposed to know", she thought furiously.

It was not until another week that she by chance discovered a pile of shatters under his bed. Part of them had obviously been glued onto a sheet of paper which then was torn in a fit of rage. The rest were totally incongruous. It was positively unclear how one could ever put them together.
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Комментарии (8):
Ela_Salome 18-02-2008-08:02 удалить
All lovers' fate's to walk constantly within the riddles and shatters... It's such a pity if it's written by your own experience...
Jewel_of_the_Sea 18-02-2008-10:23 удалить
I think such things can not be learned by the experience of others. In love everyone has to walk their own way.
Ela_Salome 18-02-2008-13:49 удалить
Jewel, of course you're right... The main words were "it's a pity"... =((((
_AnA_ 18-02-2008-17:39 удалить
Jewel_of_the_Sea, thank you, my friend:)
-elata-, the first part is. The second is most probably just a fantasy...
_AnA_ 18-02-2008-17:40 удалить
Вик, плохо, если так:) К готичности я стремилась пару лет назад, а сейчас как раз наоборот:)
Вик 18-02-2008-19:32 удалить
DoZnt matter=) its ok=) like ur diary=)


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