last words: 9.48 pm

there was too much blood. I attempted to lift my head, then gave up immediately when a piercing pain sliced through my chest. my mind spun, trying its best to calculate as the thick haze of death began to settle in. at most, I probably had only 5 minutes left.

a few seconds passed as I lay bleeding on the dirt. I closed my eyes, then suddenly reopened them. a single thought flashed through my brain over and over.

“Caroline…Caroline..” I muttered weakly, fumbling in my torn pocket for my phone. Speed-dialing her number, I prayed that she would pick up.

“Rowan!” her familiar gentle voice rang out.

“Caroline,” I sighed, relieved. “How are you?”

“I’m fine, love….how are you?”

Grimacing, I answered, “I’ve been better. How was your day?”

I could almost see her dark green eyes shining as she spoke wistfully. “The usual. I miss you – when am I going to see you again?”

the pain sharpened. I tried my best to stifle a groan, but it slipped out.

“Honey? Are you alright?”

“Yeah. Yeah. Hey, listen.” I spoke urgently, knowing my time was soon drawing to a close.

“Okay?”

deep breaths.

“I love you,” I whispered, as the agony grew stronger with every moment.

her voice faltered for a second. “Rowan? Are you-”

I cut her off. “I love you so much, Caroline Davis. I just want you to know that no matter what, I will always love you.” tears began dripping onto my cheeks.

I fought for breath. Just a few more seconds.

her smile leaked into her voice. “I love you more, Rowan Cooper.”

I savored each syllable, for it would be the last time I would ever hear those words.

“I love you the most.”

 

those were my last words.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

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11.35 am

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“Good morning, what can I get you today?” he smiled at their first customer that morning. the customer rattled off their order while he punched in the numbers and got to work brewing the coffee.

the rich and cozy smell filled the air inside the cute little coffee shop as sunlight and people streamed in.

“Don’t forget to add the cream before you mix,” he told a newer worker kindly. she nodded gratefully, and he returned to his post at the cash register, busily working on some supply forms. a pair of heels clicking up the line announced the arrival of another customer. he looked up, immediately pasting a smile on his face – and froze.

she was standing before him, in real life, with color in her cheeks and sparkles in her sea green eyes. the days when he had run his fingers through her auburn hair suddenly seemed like yesterday instead of years ago.

“Um…uh…what can I…uh get you this morning?” he stuttered.

she smiled, and he felt his knees go weak. “I’ll have a large mocha cappuccino with extra whipped cream, please,” she requested in her soft voice. he swallowed, remembering the nights when that smooth voice in his ear was all he’d ever wanted.

with trembling fingers, he punched in the digits and looked up. “That’ll be $4.57, but don’t worry, it’s on me.”

she raised an eyebrow, giving him a grateful smile. “Oh thank you….” she glanced at his name tag. “Marcus.” she frowned, a confused expression flitting across her face. “Do I know you?”

his heart jumped into his throat. he swallowed several times, willing the painful ache in his chest to disappear. a few seconds hung in the air, waiting. he exhaled.

“No,” he smiled sadly. “No, you don’t.”

 

 

~ a bit of a sad post, haha – let me know what you guys think down below in the comments <3

Day 21: Parting is Such Sweet Sorrow

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“Mer, hi!” Sarah flashed her dazzling white smile at me, and I smiled back.

“Hey! It was great meeting you this weekend at the camp-out. Hope to see you again sometime.” I leaned forward, embracing her for a quick moment.

“Absolutely. You have my number, right?” She pointed at my phone, and I nodded.

“I’ll definitely hit you up.”

“Great. My parents are calling, I gotta go. Bye!” She waved and jumped inside her white car.

“Bye!” I called lightheartedly, waving as the vehicle sped away.

 


 

There were a lot of things I wanted to say. Millions of memories raced through my mind as his dark green eyes melted into my dark brown ones. Memories from the past 17 years as best friends slowly spilled out of my eyes and onto my cheeks. I stood next to the pile of suitcases, my hands trembling in my jacket pockets as the hum and bustle of the airport swirled around us two. Neither of us paid attention to it.

“Mer,” he murmured slowly, then reached out, gently wiped the memories from my face, and pulled me close. I blinked back my tears and tried the memorize the familiar clean scent of his clothes.

“Don’t go,” I mumbled into his jacket. The one that I’d bought him last Christmas. The one he wore practically every day. “Don’t go to some university in some other state and leave me here.” His arms tightened around me and an audible sigh escaped him.

“You know I have to, Mer. It’s not my choice. My parents want me to do this. I’d never leave you out of my own will.” I felt his strong hands rub soothing circles in my back, trying to suppress my ragged breathing.

A few minutes passed with the two of us holding each other in the middle of the airport. I was aware of the stares and whispers, but none of it mattered. Only he mattered.

“Make me proud, Mer. Promise me you’ll make me proud.”

I promised.

Half an hour later, I watched him walk into the airplane. Bracing myself, I saw his tall, fit figure turn and wave at me. I saw the pain in his eyes. I waved back, trying to be strong for his sake.

“Goodbye,” I whispered.

and the memories flooded out of my eyes once more.

 

*sorry if this was more of a sad post, but it fit the prompt *shrugs* I wrote it in first person so you, dear reader, could experience what the main character was feeling. let me know what you think! don’t be afraid to criticize :)

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Day 18: A Story

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Moonlight glowed on the girl’s dark hair as she silently slipped from her bed and to the window. She struggled to unlatch the window, gasping a little from surprise when it suddenly swung outwards. Her bright blue eyes turned upwards, seeking the heavens. Astra smiled. There, hanging like lanterns  in the velvet darkness, were millions of twinkling stars.

“I’m coming,” she whispered as she gracefully climbed out of her 2nd story window. For the twentieth time this month, the young girl floated up past the houses and trees, hands outstretched. Her light pink nightgown fluttered around her in the chilly air as she rose higher. The night lights became captives to her slender fingers, each star clutched tightly in her palms. Some of them tangled in her long, wild hair, like beautiful jewels, as she danced across the sky. But after awhile, the girl became tired. She returned to her window, arms full of twinkles. Quickly, they were added to her collection under the bed.

For a moment, she lingered there on the floor. The glowing of a thousand stars reflected off her beautiful face. Then she shut the window, stepped into bed, and blissfully closed her eyes.

Astra: “star”

 

The Golden Frame

  

     The frame glinted in the dim light of the twinkling stars and of the beaming moon overhead. Adriana drew closer to the intriguing work of art, entranced. For all of her 14 years she had wondered about this stunningly beautiful frame with no picture inside. It had been in her family for – how long, no one could remember. The strange thing was, it was obviously cherished and honored greatly, but no one in her family could explain to her why. Or rather, they wouldn’t explain to her why. The young girl was never allowed to touch the frame; she was forbidden from feeling the coolness of the intricately curved metal. Whenever she asked why, they told her, “It’s not your time to know, Adriana.”

   Well.

That didn’t sit well with the curious and strong-willed girl. She felt as if she was meant for the frame. Whenever her longing gaze caught on the shimmering rectangle, she could almost feel it speak to her. Tonight, Adriana would find out what secrets lay in the golden frame, hanging in the parlor of their house. Her pale pink nightgown floated around her as she ran noiselessly down the stairs and through the grand double doors of the parlor.

There it was.

Catching her breath, the girl slid to a stop in front of the frame. The loops and swirls of the delicate edges beckoned her enticingly.

“I’m here,” she whispered. Somewhere deep inside her, she felt an answer.

   I know. Are you ready, Adriana?

  Taking a deep breath, Adriana brushed back her golden hair and slowly reached out her shaking hand… The tips of her fingers touched the corner of the frame.

  She felt the presence of the twinkling stars outside swirling around her for one split-second. The frame seemed to envelop her, and she felt herself being lifted off the floor.

And then she was gone.

That Girl Over There

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