Our Story's Told.

Standing there, as the breezy wind blew past, memories came floating back, as though the wind blew those memories into the head. Shadows of these memories can be seen dancing around that place - drinking in the peaceful night sky, they walked side by side. Their hands brushed each other, sending signals of shyness and awkwardness. It wasn't like they hadn't held hands, yet neither wanted to make a move - those memories, so strong yet so distant.

It's the memories that keeps those feelings alive. Hanging on to what seemed impossible, she tried to let go of what's not hers to begin with. That photo. That look. That touch. That song. Yet memories keeps floating back. Flashbacks. It scared her. Scary in the beginning, things were starting to fall into place. "Tell me goodbye", her heart whispered. At the least, a word goodbye would make it better. But no words was exchanged.


It was as though everything just happened only yesterday. To know that all was in the past, her heart sank. Remembering how they used to talk through the night without getting any sleep. Reminiscing how he saw her and a huge smile would appear on his face, or how those anxious feelings she felt when she can't wait to see him. People see them as a matching pair, so in sync, so in love.


One night, everything took a turn. Feelings that were felt affected their thoughts, and their decision. It wasn't who changed, but rather they grew apart. Hurt as they can be, everything fell apart. What was thought to be a good friendship turned sour. Hurt was shown all over her face, yet he acted like nothing happened. You're not the one for me, was all that was written on a wall, and having to stumble upon those writings, it hurt more. So many questions, so many.


Now, walking along that stretch, being at that area, those shadows no longer danced their way to her mind. The wind no longer blow those pictures into her head. Songs that reminded her of him, no longer seem a threat. Looking at that face in pictures, no longer creates an emotion. Raw emotions no longer stain her heart. The past will never tapped her shoulders again.

Sometimes, we don't need words to know.

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I started writing and stopped. After that, it was this song that inspired me to continue this little story of mine. I would like to try out story writing, but I'm afraid my stories aren't as solid to what I read in books. I hope you people enjoy reading and enjoy the song! There's always room for improvement. ;)

Our story's told
It's time for goodbye
This room is cold
There's nowhere to hide

Take a bow and strike the stage
Shows are over today
Grab your jacket as you leave
Thanks for coming, you're free

Underneath that smile, there lie thousands of unspoken words, tears, sorrow and pain.