Haii! I haven't written a story on FF in a really long time… so here goes. ~<>~<>~<>~<>~<>~<>~<>~<>~<>~<>~ Shattered. That's what she is. Who she is. Broken inside. No more reason to live. The girl hurries down the London alleyway, the clacking of her ebony leather boots on the cobblestones muffled by the soft layer of freshly fallen snow. A curtain of lank raven hair tumbles across her bitter, miserable face, in desperate need of rest. Her piercing amethyst eyes glare warily at every civilian striding past in the gently dropping flurries. She is clutching a brass fountain pen tightly in her left hand, its recently used tip still glistening with jet black ink. Despite its age, the writing utensil is polished and looks almost new. She's written a letter with it only five minutes ago. The last letter she would ever write. She hurries through the narrow, winding passages. All that is left of her are footsteps, rapidly being filled in with the thickening flakes. The petite figure reaches the town square. Its intricate mosaic is obscured with snow. Just like her. Once a thing of beauty, but now cold, covered in frost. "I'll never see him again," she whispers despairingly, the truth finally dawning on her. "I'll never see my family again. I'll never see Holly again." The clock tower chimes twelve as she reaches it hesitantly. "Should I go through with it?" she wonders softly to herself. "Yes. I have to." Terrence, I love you. I love you with my mind, my soul, every fiber of my body. Yes, I am aware of how phony that sounds. Something from a cheesy 80's movie. But it's true. I love you so much, it's unbearable. The words of her letter provide a rhythm to her pounding feet on the archaic wooden steps. You don't love me. I'm aware of that now; aware of the fact that decimated me. And I simply accept it. You could never love me. You love her. She reaches the top and dashes to the railing. Why am I telling you all this? You deserved to know. To know why your best friend killed herself. Because I can't live without you. With a small sob of agony, the girl hurls herself off the edge of the lofty stone building. Goodbye. Forever. Love, Alyssa. The slowly deteriorating fragments of her heart, her soul, scatter until nothing is left. ~<>~<>~<>~<>~<>~<>~<>~<>~<>~<>~ A/N: This is not a one-shot, even though the girl just killed herself. There's more. Also, criticism is welcomed, needed, and appreciated.
~<>~<>~<>~<>~<>~<>~<>~<>~<>~<>~ ~Terrence~ Pristine white snow is floating gently to the ground, getting bigger and faster by the second. I imagine myself as the steely grey sky. Forlorn and dismal, enhanced only by the snow. But who is the snow? A few weeks ago, I could've answered that question easily. The love of my life. Sierra. I had been so impossibly loyal to her, so devoted, so caring. And she had returned the favor. We were the perfect couple. But now, being with her doesn't feel right. She no longer fills the gaping hole in my heart ripped out by the death of my father. The murder of my father. No. Instead, she seems to make me more empty inside. A hollow shell of the exuberant being I once was. Who is the snow? I rack my brains, thinking of every girl I know. None of them seem to fit. A pile of ice crashes to the ground, making a thump. I smile, remembering my childhood days with Alyssa, when we had snowball fights and made snowmen. Alyssa. The only girl who had been there for me my whole life. The only girl who gave me some privacy when my father was murdered, instead of crowding me. The only girl who makes me feel complete. With a sinking realization, I recall the past few weeks. I had treated Alyssa like **** ever since I started dating Sierra. "Oh, Alyssa," I murmur to myself. "Please don't have a boyfriend now. I'll never forgive myself if I missed my chance to be with you." "Hey, babe," a voice purrs seductively. I turn to see Sierra in my doorway. Love no longer clouds my vision, and I see her as the selfish **** she actually is. A ***** whose only intention from being with me is to become popular. "Not right now, Sierra. Not ever. We're done," I snarl, brushing past her out to my front door. "Where are you going?" she calls after me, the bafflement and hurt evident in her expression. "I'm going to find the snow." ~<>~<>~<>~<>~<>~<>~<>~<>~<>~<>~