The jingle of the bell on the door.
He looked up to see a familiar face.
She let out a shy laugh when she saw who was waiting for her at the booth.
He'd seen her around school.
They were both exiting their sophomore year. They had a few classes together last semester. Could you have a blind date with someone you knew?
"Hi." She offered as she sat.
"Hey, stranger."
She smiled.
He never realized green eyes could be so beautiful.
He walked his brown-haired girl home from school every day after their second date.
She let him hold her hand after the first week.
By month's end she had his heart.
For his eighteenth birthday, he got a job and bought his own car.
Mid summer, he walked with her through the front doors of their house for the first time.
He admired the sunlight on her hair as she gazed out the window. She turned around to find him on bended knee, her new ring in hand.
Never was a happier 'yes' spoken.
The pressure was too much too fast.
Paying for the house. The car. Owing things they didn't have.
He sought the wrong crowds for support.
For every pill he took, they convinced him to do more risky things to earn extra keep.
Every illegitimate penny earned was another crack in her heart.
By Fall he was whisked away, bearing a set of silver bracelets.
He watched her from the backseat, red and blue lights reflecting off her tears.
He wished he didn't have to leave her in the front yard like that.
His first clear thought in months.
His mother visited every week.
Her first words were always "I love you,"
His were always "I'm sorry."
She always hid her tears, but disappointment is harder to mask.
He could see his vows to make her proud resting on deaf ears.
Thirty days before he earned his freedom, a guard gave him a letter.
"I'm sorry she didn't get to see you let out"
He would never see his mother again.
He'd take a disappointed "I love you," over losing her any day.
One month later, he learned that freedom feels empty, when everyone you love has given up on you.
He learned this when he walked into the house where his sister tells him he lives.
It was driven in when he saw his brown-haired, green-eyed girl walk through the door of their house. A new hand held hers, and a new ring on her finger.
He wanted to drift away.
To fade into dust, so that he didn't have to remember what he'd lost.
He tried. He held on as long as he could.
Years later, she found a handwritten note among her mail.
"Goodbye, stranger."
He faded away.
Yeeaaaaaaaahhhhhhh, so that was kinda depressing.
Whoops.
That's sorrrrrta just what I've felt like writing lately.
Anyways, this was sorta loosely/not loosely based of the song "Ghost" by House of Heroes.
Check it out, it's also depressing.
Yep, that's it.
See ya next time.
Bye,
Phrank McS.
He looked up to see a familiar face.
She let out a shy laugh when she saw who was waiting for her at the booth.
He'd seen her around school.
They were both exiting their sophomore year. They had a few classes together last semester. Could you have a blind date with someone you knew?
"Hi." She offered as she sat.
"Hey, stranger."
She smiled.
He never realized green eyes could be so beautiful.
He walked his brown-haired girl home from school every day after their second date.
She let him hold her hand after the first week.
By month's end she had his heart.
For his eighteenth birthday, he got a job and bought his own car.
Mid summer, he walked with her through the front doors of their house for the first time.
He admired the sunlight on her hair as she gazed out the window. She turned around to find him on bended knee, her new ring in hand.
Never was a happier 'yes' spoken.
The pressure was too much too fast.
Paying for the house. The car. Owing things they didn't have.
He sought the wrong crowds for support.
For every pill he took, they convinced him to do more risky things to earn extra keep.
Every illegitimate penny earned was another crack in her heart.
By Fall he was whisked away, bearing a set of silver bracelets.
He watched her from the backseat, red and blue lights reflecting off her tears.
He wished he didn't have to leave her in the front yard like that.
His first clear thought in months.
His mother visited every week.
Her first words were always "I love you,"
His were always "I'm sorry."
She always hid her tears, but disappointment is harder to mask.
He could see his vows to make her proud resting on deaf ears.
Thirty days before he earned his freedom, a guard gave him a letter.
"I'm sorry she didn't get to see you let out"
He would never see his mother again.
He'd take a disappointed "I love you," over losing her any day.
One month later, he learned that freedom feels empty, when everyone you love has given up on you.
He learned this when he walked into the house where his sister tells him he lives.
It was driven in when he saw his brown-haired, green-eyed girl walk through the door of their house. A new hand held hers, and a new ring on her finger.
He wanted to drift away.
To fade into dust, so that he didn't have to remember what he'd lost.
He tried. He held on as long as he could.
Years later, she found a handwritten note among her mail.
"Goodbye, stranger."
He faded away.
Yeeaaaaaaaahhhhhhh, so that was kinda depressing.
Whoops.
That's sorrrrrta just what I've felt like writing lately.
Anyways, this was sorta loosely/not loosely based of the song "Ghost" by House of Heroes.
Check it out, it's also depressing.
Yep, that's it.
See ya next time.
Bye,
Phrank McS.
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