“He had hazel eyes and street smarts” She said, smiling ruefully.
“She had viridescent eyes and a guarded heart” He murmured, his eyes shining
“I was leaving in 6 months and he had a troubled soul” She touched her lips as if remembering a kiss
“She smelled like fantasy and tasted like melon lip gloss” He couldn't take his eyes off his hands
“I think he tried to love me,” She said
“I loved her more than anything in the world,” He said
And it's that word: ‘tried’, that gets caught in her throat. She takes a breath and continues.
As if the memory of her was too much to bear, he got up and walked away.
Oct 6, 2015
Oct 6, 2015 at 11:31 AM UTC
“He had hazel eyes and street smarts” She said, smiling ruefully.
“She had viridescent eyes and a guarded heart” He murmured, his eyes shining
“I was leaving in 6 months and he had a troubled soul” She touched her lips as if remembering a kiss
“She smelled like fantasy and tasted like melon lip gloss” He couldn't take his eyes off his hands
“I think he tried to love me,” She said
“I loved her more than anything in the world,” He said
And it's that word: ‘tried’, that gets caught in her throat. She takes a breath and continues.
As if the memory of her was too much to bear, he got up and walked away.
S.W
This is based off a prompt from the writer Sue Zhao her tumblr name is blossomfully.