are you my forever? {arrows}
Aug 4, 2015 15:27:31 GMT -5
Post by Knuckles on Aug 4, 2015 15:27:31 GMT -5
Narration
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It is impossible to count the years I've spent with June. Getting to know her, and loving her has become the most important aspect of my life. When she was gone, I spent each day trying to hold onto a piece of hope that she was still alive. Many times I almost failed because living without her became impossible. Each passing second away from her was unbearable. June is the only person who accepts me for who I am. It's hard to describe the feeling I get when I'm around her. A large smile always spreads from ear to ear. Butterflies dance around in my stomach. I feel all giddy. All the worries in the world fly away when I'm around her. Even the fear of the games.
My foot taps gently against the ground in a simple rhythm matching the beats of my heart. Clouds stain the sky blocking out the sunlight for the day. Every now and then a ray will poke through the clouds leaving a stairway to the sky. I hum silently to myself as my fingers twirl yarn around braiding it into such a small contraption. Every string is important because this has to last forever. Each strand must become strong enough to withstand years of wear and tear. Mom would be upset if she knew I took her yarn despite the fact that I'm not using much. It's hard for us to afford anything, but what I have I give my all. I would travel to the ends of the world and back for June. I'll never forget the first time I talked to her face to face. It was that moment the realization set in. At the time I didn't know I was staring the light of my world in the face.
A large grin presses firmly against my lips as I remove a small button from the chair arm winding the braided yarn through it making a makeshift ring. It's definitely not the prettiest thing in the entire world, but it's enough to keep me going. After tying the ends together, I pocket the ring before heading inside. Humming happily to myself, I walk past the kitchen praying mom doesn't see me as I put all of her supplies back in place. The amount of yarn I used is marginale compared to what's left. She probably won't even know. For a moment I fear she's spotted me. Thankfully she didn't. Mom didn't even know I was in the kitchen. I would've lied to her. I would've told her that I was looking for something to eat, but I hate having to lie. I wish mom understood me better. I wish she'd take away the chain she has around me.
Once I make it to my room, I search through my closet looking for my best outfit. The best I have is my reaping outfit, but I choose something different. It doesn't feel like wearing my reaping clothes anywhere else. Sighing to myself, I find another button up shirt, and pair of jeans that has holes in the knees. It's horrible not having enough money to buy anything. I guess it's just the way of life. Shaking my head, I remove the outfit from the hangers and quicky change into them as I place the makeshift ring into my jeans. I run down the hall as fast as I can dragging my dead foot behind me. I burst through the door and head out of the house before mom has a chance to stop me.
The walk to her house doesn't take long. My heart leaps inside my chest as butterflies dance through my stomach twisting my insides together. A large grin plasters against my face as I move across the sidewalk towards her house. Each step growing larger and larger while my pace quickens. I stop once I reach her door. My hands shake at my side as my fist gently connects with the door.
And then I stand and wait praying she's inside because this is one moment I don't want to lose.