He’d always loved her room. He found it inspiring, and it used to cheer him up. Her walls were filled with quotes and pictures. Philosophical questions, cheeky one-liners, cheerful selfies and carefully taken pictures; the walls of her room had a little bit of everything. She had numerous bookshelves, and even if half of the books were unread, it said so much about her. He could see the books that she’d read multiple times, even if she tried to keep them as neat as she could. There was a collection of bookmarks; she’d never fold a page. There was her trophy shelf: it contained the entire biography of her favourite author, along with some of her favourites. There were statues, too; one of the Eiffel tower, another of a lighting house in her hometown. She used coke cans to collect her perfumes, and her door was filled with anything she found interesting. A newspaper article, a ticket to see the movies, a card from her grandparents, and even a small receipt her co-workers had been drawing on.
Even now, he could still be found sitting in her room, staring at her face in the pictures. He’d see the word ‘forever’ in his own handwriting, sprayed onto the wall above her bed. It had been a promise, made on midsummer eve, when they had spent the evening in her parents garden with a bottle of wine and a barbecue. Her parents had left for bed around midnight, but they had promised themselves they’d sit through the entire night. He remembered the feeling of the slightly moist grass, tickling against his bare shoulders, as she had curled up against him, looking at the stars. He remembered how he’d promised her forever, and how she’d returned the promise, giving him a kiss. He had so many happy memories with her. But she broke her promise, and now it was time to break his.
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About meWelcome to my blog! This is where I post my stories, occasionally accompanied by personal thoughts. I always post short stories, as I keep the longer ones for myself. My stories are often based on songs. I listen to music a lot (mostly pop punk / punk rock), and often get inspired by melodies, lyrics, or music videos. |