there · was · brilliancy, · there · was · beauty

The lights were dimmed directly above my head, shining down on me like a brilliant orb of warmth. I was physically glowing as the pigments of light enhanced the satiny fabrics of my silk white gown. In the bottoms of my eyes, I could almost see every single thread, every single molecule of fabric glittering. Across from me, a face, gleaming like my holy dress. Across from me, a single heart, open and willing. Across from me, a man who loved me with every single bone in his body. The pounding of his heart beating for me, his mouth curved upwards at the ends waiting for me...
Waiting for me to say those two words that would bind us together for eternity. Waiting for us to be intertwined into one single entity. Waiting for me to confirm his agenda of a lifetime of love. My heart beat slow and hard, so hard that the cage around my heart took the beating. I could almost feel the bruises forming in the skin stretched over my chest.
..."I do."
Cue the triumphant sound of organs and harps, the sounds of onlookers clapping and cooing at the life-altering moment. Cue the minister's inevitable line, "you may now kiss the bride." Cue the quick and sudden halt of my heart. Cue the heartbreak...
The rest of it was a blur. We danced, swaying back and forth to a slow a melodic song. Any other day, I would have said the music was warm, and the buzzing of twinkling lights and rhythmic bodies would have touched my soul. This day, all I could do was feign a smile and hide my utter heartbreak with a thick layer of false euphoria.
He gripped me tightly, and his eyes twinkled as he looked deeply into mine. My heart was not only breaking for myself, but for him.
And then, there he was.
Everything stopped. Everything disappeared, music swelled into silence, faces blurred into oblivion. He was all I saw.
"May I cut in?"
Suddenly, a new pair of arms were wrapped around my tightly wound waist. My body tingled with excitement, and my skin seared with warmth. His jaw, chiseled and stoic as stone suddenly softened. He smiled a gentle smile, his lips barely lifting up towards his deep brown eyes.
My heart broke all over again. I pushed my face into his chest and breathed in his musky, comforting smell. Our bodies swaying melodically to a nameless song, I looked up to him searching for some sort of expression in his thoughtful and poignant eyes.
He continued to look past my shoulder and at that moment I wanted nothing more but to have his fixated gaze lock into mine. Pain washed through my face and blood raced to the my cheeks. The song was coming to an abrupt end and my throat tightened and swelled. The final note played and he crouched over me, hovering over my shoulder right toward my ear.
His lips gently pressed towards the maze of flesh on my ear and simply whispered, "I'll be seeing you."
Our bodies separated like forcing two magnets-instinctively attracted to each other-apart. As he walked away, our interlocked fingers finally released making their last contact.
My new husband reluctantly came back to my side, towing me towards a group of well-wishers. As we walked away, I turned over my shoulder, looking at the tall figure walking away.
"I'll be seeing you," I whispered.
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My hips pressed onto the uncomfortable and dark upholstery of my old Chevy Blazer. As I lied down, I could have sworn I was deep inside of some cave, where only the glowing lights of a few lanterns, the streetlights, could provide any source of light. Everything was black, and I could only make out a dark body lying beside me. The warm smell of rum on his breath lingered into the air mixing into a stale yet bittersweet scent, only I could appreciate.
I awkwardly shifted further from his body, to lighten the tension thick within the air. I could already hear long and even breaths. He was already asleep. I turned my body towards him, barely making out a face, let alone any features that would distinctly prove to me it was him.
In the dark cave, with no physical proof of his existence, my heart pounded. With my face inches from his, I knew this was him. I knew this was real.
Outside the cave, the warm fall night pulsated with a cool draft and twinkled from the dusky sky. The beauty of the night seeped through every crack of the our little shelter, and then slowly through every pore of my body.
The smallest hint of movement from him hinted that his eyes had flickered open. The darkness disabling me, I continued to gaze at the shadowed vision before me.
In the silence, I swore I could've heard both of our hearts racing simultaneously, our hearts and minds running parallel paths with one another. Stars floated into the cave and lingered above our restless bodies; Milky way minds and moon-sized hearts. Magic.

And in that moment, I turned away... Forever silencing the conversation of that silent night.

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hmm..this has a lot of work to do, but i didn't want to lose the thoughts running through my mind on such a stormy and perfect night, with the perfect song on repeat. expect a repost of this with some better ideas attached on. thanks for reading, yet again! :)

I set my lips to the smooth, cool skin of the fruit. Aromas of its sweet juice, with the potent and alluring scent of its forbidden counterpart intertwined. Jake packed the substance in securely, only heightening my sense of smell of the two opposites.
"Now, when I light it, you suck in," he said apathetically. It didn't really bother him that his actions were corrupting the very morals I had set for myself years ago.
My heart began to race as Jake slid his thumb over the rough metal on the lighter. The wind was blowing suddenly at a rapid rate.
"Shit!" he hissed, as the flame blew out just as quickly as it was lit.
Jake continued to produce the flame while he securely cupped his hand around the lighter. Finally, the fiery colors of blue, white, yellow, and orange burst from the surface. Light. He slowly moved the lighter and his cupped hand towards the apple that was in my hands, pressed firmly to my mouth. My lips parted and the tiny green leaves began to burn. My lungs tightened up. I kept inhaling anyways, regardless of my body's signs of apprehension.
The musky smoke traveled easily through the apple that had been violated in so many ways to produce a device of temptation. It was now coexisting with the substance, leading it towards my mouth. The thick hot smoke glided down my tightened throat. My throat was on fire. Burning. Burning a fierce patch of flames in the pits of my throat.
I released the "pipe" and inhaled once more for clarity. Exhaling all the fire that had pent up in my body blazed into the atmosphere.
Coughing, I gasped for air. Air that would provide clarity. The coughing continued to raid my lungs, irritating the purity of my veins with its foreign effects. My brows crumple towards each other, making a bitter face.
My vision blurred and in the distance Jake is laughing ferociously, nonchalantly disregarding my obvious discomfort.
At that moment, I had never seen anything more clearly in my life, as Jake's dark eyes hovered over the ground, as he grasped the apple and took a hit for himself.

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These are really rough, I know! I'm just trying to get back into the habit of providing sensory details and creating more of a picture! Sorry it's so short and kind of boring! I promise I will get better! Thanks for anyone reading this.

I shifted my weight back and forth uncomfortably on the back seat of my sister's Chevy Blazer as she is driving west on the abandoned highway. The sun was slowly setting over the jagged edges of the mountains and it was beginning to blind my unprotected eyes.
"Damn it, I should've brought sunglasses. Who goes to California without sunglasses?" I mumbled under my breath.
"You know who goes to California without sunglasses? I do. Somebody who isn't in their right mind, someone who decides to take off on a whim across state lines. Someone who is 15 years old and doesn't have a clue about the real world," my mother answers in the back of my subconscious.
"I know a hell of a lot more than you think I do, Mother," I hiss back.
I grip my fist and suddenly realize what is in my ferocious grip. My fingers slide across the warm, smooth glass and my heart skips a beat. I can smell the vulgar liquid's perfume intoxicating the air. I wince at the smell that makes my stomach turn.
Robert is sitting next to me hugging the bottle with both hands, and easily chugging the identical beverage in my hand. I stare at him in a stupor, feeling a million miles away from home.
"How did I get here?" I ask myself.
That's an easy question. Less than 24 hours ago I was locked in my dark room with tears engulfing my pillowcases. All I could see was an image of my beautiful parents, their beautiful life, their beautiful love, drowned in tears and sorrow.
I grip the bottle tighter as my blood suddenly boils an an unreasonably high temperature.
They left you and your sister to fight out a war, this isn't your fault, it's theirs. How could they do this to you? All your life they have worked it out, now they decide to abandon you both? They deserve this! Show them what they've done to your 15 years of innocent bliss
Innocent Bliss...
I remember when I was younger and I would always be playing some sort of game in the living room and my dad would come up behind my mother. He would tightly grasp her hips with is thick fingers, and nuzzle up in her the nook of her neck. They would both be laughing and I would smile on the inside, pretending not to be intruding on their small second, their small piece of forever.
Fade to black.
My father is gone. My mother is gone. Their forever seems shorter than I use to believe. There's no such thing as forever.
No! There is such thing as forever! Love will prevail! You've always believed that!
I set the glass to my lips and lift the bottom up towards the upholstered roof. The warm, grainy taste of alcohol swims down my swollen throat drowning the welled up tears of a hopeful child. Inebriating the logic that I once knew as love.