Her pale face was made even paler with the light from the laptop. She was sitting cross-legged on her bed with papers, notebooks, and books all around her. She stopped typing, bit her bottom lip and took a sip of the now cold tea. She stared at it and wondered how long has it been there.
Putting it back, she couldn't stop her thoughts from wondering... What was he doing? Was he talking to her? She let out a long sigh and ran her fingers through her hair. Okay, okay she was going to do this! She went back to her laptop and stared for a while. The clothing industry promotes such ideas as fashion blah blah blah...
She thought she deserved a little break. She clicked on her instant messaging program and signed in. He wasn't on. Gives me more time to work. She opened her paper and started rambling on again. Thus exploiting people who are enthusiastic about such trends...
Okay, now what? Surely another break? She opened her iTunes and opened his playlist. She could almost feel her heart sinking. Shuffling through the playlist, she settled on her favorite song which was his favorite as well - no shocker there.
She could feel herself getting nostalgic. She wanted him back. She thought she was over him. She ended it, didn't she? Of course she was over him, she just missed him tis all. It was natural after all, they have been together for a while... She told herself, trying to justify her feelings.
Now facing the laptop again, she wanted to just give up. She couldn't write, not the way her mind was focusing on nothing else but him. She got up, figured she'd get a caffeine refill maybe that will wake her up a bit. She took her phone with her.
While waiting for the water to boil, she opened her messages and started reading messages from before. She read two messages and couldn't read anymore. She could feel her eyes tearing. No, she didn't need this. Not now. She finished making her tea and went back to her room.
Facing her laptop again, she tried to think of all the points she hasn't mentioned. Five minutes into writing, her phone rang. It was her. She gave it a long stare and decided not to answer. She put her phone on silent and left it on her side table.
She felt lonely, that was for sure but she knew she could do it. She didn't need him nor her. She didn't need anybody.
6 comments:
"She didn't need anybody" Waiting for the next part :x Such good writing :-)
It's sad that the saddest emotions make the best work of art.
i guess the courage is always there but its up to us to allow it or deny it ... hang in there beautiful and i'm with you through anything ensha'Allah
MFarazi:
I'm not sure if there will be a next part or not, depends on her XP
I don't think that the saddest emotions make the best works of art, however I do think that all genuine, strong emotions do.
Gone Bonkers:
Thanks =)
Genuine emotions yeah.. but heh, maybe I'm just being weird here, but I say the negative one's bring out the better artist in someone =p
When you're joyful you share it with someone, but when depressed and agonized, you rather keep it to yourself and maybe express it through art, rather than share it? Initially at least. Just my point of view =p
That makes sense I guess, when you're in love and/or happy you share it with people and in turn spread the love but when you're down and feeling blue you turn it into art.. Someone's becoming quite the philosopher =P
http://the-sea-is-a-woman.blogspot.com/2009/01/butterfly-award-d.html
I went with the rules lol you don't have to do it! :P
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