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1:30pm Jun 4 2012
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Memories of a Broken Angel
Everyday, I watched a specific girl during school. Her name was Lily. I didn't purposely try to, but my eyes always follow her. Every time I see her, she's smiling brightly with her friends. My complete opposite since I just sit in the back of the room and keep to myself. She was my salvational angel. However, no matter how much she smiles, I always see a broken angel in her shadows. Something always seemed off, but no one around her seemed to notice. Each day, the broken angel became more noticeable and her smile seems to become less and less genuine. Again, no one around her seemed to notice. As each day went on, I found myself watching her more and more. My eyes searched for her no matter where I went and somehow, she was always there.
One day while I was watching her from a cafe across the street from the store she frequently visited, she turned and our eyes met. She gave me the genuine smile I haven't seen in a long time. I blushed but I smiled back as best I could. I guess I must've smiled back awkwardly because she laughed. I would've been completely embarrassed but I was too overjoyed that I put a smile on her face to be embarrassed. I stood up from my seat then sat back down as I wondered if I should go over to talk to her for a change. I debated for a few minutes and when I finally made my decision, she was already gone. I sat down and let out an exasperated sigh. I'd lost my chance.
A few weeks later, I got my chance again. We were paired up in the parenting project in our home economics class and we had to take care of a flour sack together as if it were our child. I thought the project was pointless, but I was glad to have a chance to talk to her. I never thought I'd have another chance after botching the first one. I got to know her as we worked together, and I fell for her even more. Each day I was with her was the best day of my life. I learned that she really loved animals and that she was afraid of being alone as well as many other things I never thought I'd learn about her. When I told her she can never be alone because I'll always be there when she called, she gave me a smile that nearly stopped my heart. I was falling faster and harder than when I was simply just watching her from a distance.
When the day came when the assignment was over, I was sad since I thought I wouldn't be able to be with her like this again, so on the last day, I told her my feelings. She rejected me and continuously apologized that she couldn't return my feelings. I hugged her and told her it was ok since I didn't expect her to accept me anyway. When I let go, I could see a sorrowful ex
pression on her face. I asked her if we can still be friends and if she'll let me stay by her side. She looked down at the ground and said yes. I was in pain, but that one word made it better. As long as I can be by her side, I didn't care if she didn't return my feelings. Everyday after that, I was with her as much as possible. I could hear her friends talking about me when they thought I wasn't paying attention and it was never anything good. They would say things like how I'm anti-social, from a different standing, or how I was an embarrassment to be around, but she always defended me.
One day, she stopped showing up at school. Her friends didn't know where she was and no matter where I looked, I couldn't see her. Days passed by and there was still no sight of her anywhere. I became worried, but there was nothing I could do. I'd never once gone to her house during the time of the assignment since she always insisted that she comes to my house to work on it together. Days became weeks and there was still no sign of her. While I was just wandering to all the places she liked to go to, the store owner of the shop where she was when I first made eye contact with her came out and stopped me. She asked me if I was Lily's friend. I said yes and the ex
pression on the store owners face became sorrowful. I asked her if anything was wrong and she told me Lily was in the hospital. When I asked how she knew that, she said she was Lily's aunt. I inquired her to where Lily was and as soon as I knew, I ran out of the store to find her.
When I got to the hospital, they let me in to visit her, but she wasn't conscious. I asked them what was wrong and why Lily had to be in the hospital. The nurses looked at each other as if they weren't sure if they should tell me. I begged them and eventually, they answered. She'd been sick for a while and her condition had slowly been getting worse. Then, one day, she just collapsed and she hadn't woken up since. The nurses left and I walked over to her side. I grabbed her hand and silently prayed for the first time in my life for her to get better and wake up. I wanted to see her beautiful sparkling eyes that were alway filled with life even if they had moments of sorrowful expressions and I wanted to see her beautiful smile that was the one thing that lit up my life.
For months, I came to sit by her side whenever I could. At some point, I stopped showing up at school and was by her side twenty-four hours a day, but the principal knew where I was and he would bring me whatever work I missed that day and I would work on them in Lily's hospital room. Her parents told me they felt bad that I was by her side so much, but they were thankful that I was always there to keep her company. I smiled at them and told them I was just keeping my promise. I was there everyday, but I noticed that none of her other friends ever visited her. Her parents had to work really hard to pay for her hospital fees so they couldn't visit her as often, so I was usually the only one there.
One day, her parents and I heard something we'd never thought we would hear. The doctor said she was never going to get better even if she wakes up. She was slowly dying. Her mother burst into tears and her father comforted her as tears silently slid down his cheeks. I was in too much shock and pain for any tears to fall, but I felt my heart being torn to pieces. I slid into the chair by her side where I always sat and held her hand. Again, I prayed. I hoped that what the doctor said wasn't true and that God or something, someone, would give her a miracle.
One night, I heard her call my name. I woke up and saw her confused and sorrowful face. She asked me what I was doing there and I told her that I was keeping my promise to stay by her side. She smiled weakly and thanked me as her eyes closed. The sound of the long drawn out beep was overwhelming and for the first time since this whole thing happened, tears fell from my eyes. The doctor and the nurses rushed into the room and rushed her into the emergency room. I stayed where I was and waited. I prayed and hoped, but it was all useless. My angel had rejoined the other angels in heaven and I could never be by her side again. She had been broken, but now she was whole and has taken back her place in the sky.
Even after so many years, I still miss her smile, her laugh, the way her eyes light up when sees a cute animal. I still mourn for her, but I live on as best as I could in her place. Since then, I've become more social and I try harder to make the friends she could've made if she was still alive. I still haven't found anyone who makes me feel the way she made me feel, but it doesn't matter because her memories keep me happy so I don't need anyone to be my special person because she will always have that position. Someday, I might get married, but no matter what, she will always be the person I love most and I need someone who can understand that. Until then, I will live on with her memories and I will love her with all my heart.
UKiss <3
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1:31pm Jun 4 2012 (last edited on 9:30pm Jun 8 2012)
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Last Memories
Everyday, I felt like I was being watched, but I couldn't tell where the gaze was coming from so I tried to ignore it. It didn't matter if I knew anyway. I didn't know how long it'd be before I died. Already, I'd started to pull away from my friends so that they wouldn't be too sad if I died. However, it was painful. I didn't like being alone and pushing them away made me very lonely. What made everything worse is how they didn't seem to care that I was pulling away. Each day, we drifted farther apart and each day, I felt sicker. I just wished everything would just hurry up and end so I wouldn't have to suffer this slow process.
Since no one was close to me anymore, I had no one to be with outside of school. I spent my days drifting to my favorite places and browsing in my aunt's shop. Each day, I noticed that I seemed to be noticed more and more. One day, I suddenly felt like I could feel where the gaze was coming from so I looked across the street and my eyes met with Chris, my anti-social classmate. I don't know why, but I smiled at him. He blushed and tried to smile back, but it was a little awkward and I could tell that he doesn't smile often. I didn't mean to, but I laughed out loud. He blushed even more, but he didn't seem upset so I was glad. He stood up then sat back down and I wasn't sure what he was doing, but I didn't have time to find out since my aunt called me just then to help me with her inventory in the back room. I didn't think too much about interacting with him since I didn't think we'd have a chance to get close to each other anyway, but I was wrong.
During home economics class, we were assigned partners and Chris and I somehow ended up together. We were assigned to take care of a sack of flour as if it was our own child. I had hoped I'd be paired up with someone who was already my friend and who hadn't cared we were drifting apart, but I ended up with the person I least wanted to end up with. However, I found out he was the sweetest and kindest guy I've ever met. It only made me regret it more, but we became very close during the time of the assignment. I was extremely happy being with him and he made everyday enjoyable. I found out that he wasn't really anti-social, he was just really shy and that he's a klutz and how we aren't as different as people at school try to get me to believe we are. As each day passed, I was glad I'd met him because he at least made my last days enjoyable, but I felt guilty about bonding with him when I knew that I could leave this world at any moment.
One day, I let it slip that I was afraid to be alone. I prepared myself for laughter, but he simply smiled at me and promised to be at my side whenever I called for him or simply needed him. I couldn't help myself and I gave him a huge smile. My smile seemed to shock him for a second before he smiled back with a genuine ex
pression I had never seen on any of my other friends. I was mesmerized by the smile and for a second, my breath escaped me and my heartbeat quickened. We were together everyday for the weeks that we had the assignment and we always met at his house so he wouldn't be able to find me even if I disappear. Sometimes, we'd meet just to hang out and it would have nothing to do with the assignment.
Once the assignment came to a close, I strengthened my resolve to distance myself from him once we no longer had to interact for the assignment. However, my resolve came crashing down when he confessed to me. Once again, he made my heart race and I realized that I felt the same way, but I couldn't accept his feelings, not when I don't know when I'd leave this world. I rejected him and he gave me such a heartbroken ex
pression that my heart ached. I didn't know what to do so I continuously apologized to him. When he suddenly hugged me, my heart stopped. He whispered into my ear that it was all okay. I felt my cheeks go hot as his voice sent a slight shiver down my spine. When he let me go, he asked if we could still be friends and if I would give him permission to stay close to me. I was still blushing so I looked down to hide my blush and said yes. Everyday after that, he would be near me as much as he could and I was grateful for it. He made me feel less lonely in a world where I felt like I no longer belonged. My other friends were against our friendship, but I didn't see anything wrong with it. He was a good person and he didn't deserve to be treated like he was a nobody.
One day, I woke up feeling dizzy and I felt like I couldn't control my body. As soon as I got out of bed, I lost consciousness. The next thing I knew, I could feel someone carrying me and I could hear faraway voices crying, but I couldn't move, I couldn't talk, I couldn't do anything but listen and feel. I couldn't tell time, but I know that a lot of time must have passed, but the voices I heard slowly diminished until there were a lot of times when I was alone in whatever room I was in. I could hear the monitor beeping to my heartbeat so I assumed my parents had taken me to the hospital.
As I had hoped, none of my friends visited me. Chris was no exception since he wouldn't have any way of knowing where I was or how to find me. It was like that for probably weeks before I noticed that I had a frequent visitor. I couldn't tell who it was, but they always held my hand and I could feel the warmth from it that reminded me of Chris, but it couldn't have been him. He couldn't have found me, but the frequent visits turned into living there next to me. I started to really wonder if it was Chris, but my logic said it couldn't be.
One day, I heard something very clearly. It was the doctor telling the people in my hospital room that even if I woke up, I will not live. I heard people cry and I felt that one existence that's been with me this whole time reach and grab my hand. It was so warm, I didn't even care what the doctor had said. I was just happy that whoever it was, was still next to me and wasn't going to abandon me just because I no longer had any hope. It made me want to cry, but I couldn't. For another long period of time, I could only feel that one person.
When I felt my muscles twitch, I tried to open my eyes. The first thing I noticed was that it was already night time. I looked over at who was holding my hand and to my surprise, it was Chris. My mind was surprised, but my heart knew it was him all along. In my surprise, I called out his name. He woke up with a shock and smiled at me. I asked him what he was doing here and he said he was keeping his promise to be next to me. It filled my heart with joy and my eyes became teary, but I could also tell I didn't have much time. I was getting weaker and weaker every second. Just having him next to me left me with only one regret: I couldn't be with him any longer. With my last breath, I thanked him and my eyes closed shut as the sound of a long drawn out beep that said my heart had stopped take me onto death.
UKiss <3
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1:33pm Jun 4 2012 (last edited on 9:03pm Jun 4 2012)
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Just a note, Last Memories is Lily's point of view and is related to Memories of a Broken Angel. Tell me what you think about both stories.
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8:56pm Jun 8 2012
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Oh my gosh....my heart ;n;
Great play of emotions, I loved the stories! They were truly wonderful and well written :) |
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9:06pm Jun 8 2012
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Thank you ^-^
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9:13am Jun 23 2012
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bump
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12:53pm Jul 30 2012
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Bump
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3:05pm Aug 2 2012
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I loved the stories.
I know this sounds weird, but I'm glad the girl died in the end. to many stories are ruined with the endings they are given, it's like saying "and the she woke up..." they're just boring.
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3:06pm Aug 2 2012
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I loved the stories.
I know this sounds weird, but I'm glad the girl died in the end. to many stories are ruined with the endings they are given, it's like saying "and the she woke up..." they're just boring.
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3:06pm Aug 2 2012
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I loved the stories.
I know this sounds weird, but I'm glad the girl died in the end. to many stories are ruined with the endings they are given, it's like saying "and the she woke up..." they're just boring.
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12:42am Feb 15 2013
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Bump~
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9:19am Mar 18 2013
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I love the stories =3 =D
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6:53pm Aug 20 2013
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~bump~
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4:11am Aug 21 2013
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i love your storys so much! (you should wright more stuff)
Sometimes we must get hurt in order to grow. Other times we have to fail in order to learn. And if we don\'t trip, we won\'t know how to get back up. If we don\'t lose, we\'ll never know how to win.-Sage: The power within
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11:25pm Aug 21 2013
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thanks ^-^
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