Cinderella (Timeless Passions)

Second installment in the Timeless Passions Series :) enjoy!

Smoke lifts into the Heavens in silent memorial with wandering ashes in its wake. The melancholy tone of a simple fire can be so overwhelming sometimes. Sad thoughts seeped into my veins, covering me like a blanket. I didn't want to feel like this, but my emotions always seemed to get the best of me before I could put up a solid fight. Sitting beneath the stars, alone and lonely, I thought about him. Even with the heat waves from the fire warming my bones, I felt a chill run through my soul. Missing him has placed a hole in my heart and a twist in my stomach; I want to hold him in my arms with every fiber of my being. But I cannot-- he’s gone. Or rather, I'm gone. After all, it was me who walked out on him; me who fought until there was nothing left; me who broke his heart. I cannot fathom what has made me think that I have the right to miss him, to want him back; yet for some reason, when I am without him, I am lost. To feel his presence next to me lifts my spirits and makes me want to laugh and cry all at the same time. My heart bursts into flames, and I am left walking on air. To hold his hand is everything and to hear his voice is a lullaby. How could I walk out on that? Staring into the flames, I want to jump in and say goodbye to this selfish soul of mine. He completes me; yet all I ever did was think of myself and over think him and I. My own flame burned me. And at the sight of any pain, I ran.

As the darkness covers the view of the smoke, I decide to get up and walk around. The fire soon leaves my sight as my feet take me to the place where I last spoke to him. The building comes into view when a strong cold wind catches me in its piercing arms. Tears begin to form in my eyes. Why did I do this to myself? Why did I leave him? How unthinking I can be sometimes… Wrapping my own arms around myself, I walk up the steps to the small chapel; of all places, my fight with him was at a chapel. Silent tears roll down my cheeks, splashing onto the ground. Drip, drop, drip, drop. I pound my fist against the door in anger, and I fall on my knees in heartbreak. “I’m sorry…I’m so sorry,” I whisper to the air, imagining that he’d hear my plea. But as I cried and cried with apologies escaping my mouth over and over, all I felt was a cold wind and an empty heart.

Author's Note

Any and all critiques are welcome! But please, no bad language. ;)

Reviews

[Mermaidstear]

This is beautiful! "Missing him has placed a hole in my heart and a twist in my stomach; I want to hold him in my arms with every fiber of my being. But I cannot"he’s gone." these lines are so close to my very own life. I think you should write more, I'll love to read :)

[OneLostOneFound]

Thank you :) And, yeah, that line... :( That's pretty much how I feel everyday. Missing someone is not easy; and I really wanted to put that into this story. I hope I did it justice :) I will try to write more-- but I have the ugly case of writer's block again...