This is an attempt...D: I can't write. ---------------—•----------------------- Her lips brushed against his, and she whispered. "Its over for good Cruz...I've had enough. That was their last kiss. She left, her ginger hair long and hung on her shoulders. She walked down the streets. He stared up at the ceiling, and spoke to himself. "Yaneth..." He sat up, not wanting to be seperated from the ginger. She looked back gloomily at the building and mumbled. "Cruz..." Her brown speckled eyes, shined lighter as the sun dilated her pupils. She could feel the sun seeping through her eyes. "Yaneth..." She looked around, thinking she was hearing her name. "Yaneth." "Huh?" She stopped and turned around, the boy standing there. "Cruz! I told you it was over!" ------------------- ;u; it's bad.
"I just can't—" "No Cruz. I've done this over and over!" her Thick Tennsesee accent now being noticeable. "But honest Yaneth, it was a mistake!" "BUT NOTHING CRUZ! Did you think I wasn't going to know?!" "Please don't think like that Yaneth!" "I have to! You do this every-time, yet I'm the sucker that takes you back!" Her mascara was in wet clumps on her face, around her eyes. Carmel colored lipstick was on his face from their last kiss, which from her, he can't ever forget. 4 WEEKS LATER....... Yaneth was sitting in the graveyard. She really wasn't visiting anybody, just the poor souls. Sometimes she actually took the names off the gravestone and wrote it down To research it. Odd child, that's what fascinated Cruz Fioré. All the stupid girls asked him out, but he simply said, "Only with one that's not a Numbskull." and turned away. Yaneth stared at a gravestone, lifeless as hell. She wasn't moving. Cruz was taking a walk around the graveyard by the dark Hallow trees, probably taking souls out of the ground to be sent to heaven or a living hell for those souls that belonged to bastards in the world. That's what they had in common. They had their own predictions, about the dead. The trees were the most outrageous thing they could speak about. Before the breaking away chaos, the trees were discussed. The bark truly looked burnt, and black. Except it was the darkest shade of dark brown imaginable.
They seemed to mock Yaneth, knowing she still loved Cruz. It seemed the trees shifted, so they could make faces. One in particular twisted a face and mocked her, rather than poking fun of her stupidity for letting him go. You can't let him go..... "Who are you to say shit to me?" she growled at the tree. You still love him Yaneth.... "What are you talking about? I don't love him! He was liar! He wasn't even smart enough to keep his stupid mouth shut!" But you can't let him go, now can you? "Maybe I can. But why are you asking me? Some kind of creepy thing, that's going to tell me I need to take him back?!" All I'm going to say is that when another girl is his, you will cry of a thousand tears. The trees' faces twisted back for reality to see them as non-speaking trees from hell itself.
She scoffed and threw a rock at the tree. It turned and sneered at her. She looked at the gravestone and blinked. She read the name over and over. Cruz, walking around town, thinking. He needed something to do, but what? I bet she's at that graveyard. Yaneth got up and dusted herself off. She stared at the graveyard and all of its glory. It's dark, bloody, massacre, gory glory. All the deaths were murders, insane suicides, and last but not least, the killers and their guilt. As surreal as she saw things, she saw the most deathly things, such as murders a comedy stand-up. She was the one to laugh in the movies, while everyone was clinging on to their date. Those memories are repeating, over and over and over..... Cruz stood at the gate, glaring at the trees. He saw the faces, the twisted demented faces of hell peaking through. Looking for something? Or someone perhaps? "No, I'm just looking at the graveyard." You love her, you can't let her go. "What makes you, a talking demented thing from hell, think that? I thought all your kind was a bitch." The tree that spoke twisted its face, making a sneer and a growl. It ignored the stupidity of the "human". You want her still, you still have a chance... Cruz began to bring tears into his speech. "I had all the chances! She can't trust me anymore! I've gone after to many stupid things when I had the perfect gift right there!" It's almost Valentine's day Cruz. "I know," he sobbed. "but what does that do for me?" It's your last day before you truly leave her forever, and it's your last chance of acceptance.... It's ugly face returned to a normal tree, and one that wouldn't make you run crying MOMMY!
Her eyes wandered the yard, looking at the gate. She twitched as her eyes lied on Cruz's body, and pinched herself. "Yaneth, I'm sorry....So sorry..." he whispered.
Yaneth looked straight up at his red, blistering, crying face. She walked over to him, and put her hand on his shoulder. "Cruz?" "Y-Y-Yaneth, I'm so stupid..." he cried, grabbing Yaneth in a hug. "Cruz, I really can't say much. You did this to yourself and your sadness is your fault." "But I cant, I just can't help it..." he cried louder. Passing people have her a look, a glare as if she was denying to ever come back from somewhere far away. Like in those movies, where the dad leaves his wife for war, and says "I'll come back." and really doesn't because he was dead? Thats what it was really like. Can you guess who the wife is? Yaneth, still stuck to Cruz that was hugging her, trying to pry him off of her slowly suffocating body.