The Two Hearts - Original Writing

The Two Hearts - Original Writing

She walked endlessly down the shore, the sea mocking her conscience.

She hears the waves whispering its verdict that she’s wrong. She

cannot cry any more for the sorrow she feels is too profound, too

deep. She looks up and sees the scattered clouds partially dim the

littered stars, tormenting the knowledge that she could never have the

love that she had and lost. She sees the crescent moon staring down at

her with pity, reminding her of the warmth and gentle smile on the

face she knows she can’t find in anyone’s anymore. She turns her face

away from that harsh reality, only to be greeted by a cold breeze that

seemed like a blow to her already bruised self. Shivering, she pulls

her jacket tighter around herself. In the battle between the

conscience and the heart, she fears that it was her who gave the

victory over to conscience. And now she must bear the guilt brought by

her actions. She has come to accept that destiny for she knows that it

is what she deserves for hurting the one that matters to her the most.

“Hollow”, she tells herself. “Yes, that’s what I am and what I will be

for the rest of my life. For I am a neglecter of the love that was in

the palm of my hands and now gone, because I let it slip from my

fingers.”

She continues her pace and with every step, the sand sinking beneath

her feet, filling the spaces between her toes. The footprints behind,

washed away by the sea. She promises herself that she’ll never look

back.

Footsteps muffled, slowly coming towards her. Even though she can’t

see him, but knows he’s there. His very presence releases an aura that

reaches her. Her steps gradually stop. She slowly raises her eyes to

focus on the figure standing a few yards away from her. Her breathe

caught. Her pulse quickened its pace. The sandals dangling from her

fingers slowly slipped their way down to land beside her feet.