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Together They Fell (Prose) (Prose Poem) by Fayt
Note: You asked for together they fell in prose so here it is. This is
my first attempt so i cant wait for the critisisms. I have to improve
this aspect of my writing.
Prose Form
âTragedy is something defined by many definitions, as each person has
a tale of their own tragedy, and therefore a new definition to the word.
These tears fall gracefully from my cheek onto the ground. I have
witnessed my tragedy, made my own definition; and its more pain then I
can bear. This is too much for me, how can people deal with heartbreak
such as this? How can one continue to live after experiencing the loss
of a perfect man? I ask you; is there anything more tragic then the
fall of one who could have had the world? I cannot bear the pain I feel,
I do not wish to remain here longer, this pain I feel is certainly
worse than death.â
As the young girl concluded her diary entry she sat on her bed and put
her head into her hands, then, sobbing quietly, she gazed out the window
with her sparkling blue eyes. In the far off distance she saw the
Concord State Bridge, a huge wonder of architecture which rose over 100
stories into the air; it was so high that many have sworn to touch the
clouds themselves from it. She chuckled and thought of what all of the
kids called it, The Gate to Heaven; it was given the nickname due to the
fact that so many have jumped off in hopes that the after life would be
easier than the current life they live. The sad lives of so many ended
from the long jump⦠sad lives not too much different from her own.
She began picking her head up from her hands, clearing her shining brown
hair from her face as she did. Slowly she began putting on her coat
from the rack next to her bed and headed out her front door. She began
walking towards the bridge, without a plan on what she was going to do.
She kept telling herself that she simply enjoyed the view, that it would
help these troubled emotions.
As the young girl walked down the road she noticed glancing eyes off her
attractive features, she thought to herself, âI only belong to him, he
was the perfect match for me. I will be forever with him, even if we
are forever apart. These men could never compare to him that I love.â
As this thought concluded she realized she was only minutes away from
the bridge. She picked up her pace and began her long walk past all the
steel bars that lined the bridge. The sidewalk was hard and it was
beginning to hurt her feet. She felt she had found the pinnacle of the
bridge, to the left of the large, steel pole which separated the great
bridge into two. She stopped and gazed at the sky and the bright moon,
and then she looked down over the rail at the icy waters that chopped
back and forth down below. She felt it was an amazing sight, but it
still did not help her deal with her emotions. So she stood there,
looking out over the railing, not knowing what to do with herself.
Across the city, a young man unknown to the young girl was experiencing
an ordeal that was almost exactly the same. He sat there on his couch,
he had not moved for 3 days except to tend to the essential needs of
every human. His black hair hung over his ears and was a mess, he had a
shadow growing across his unshaven face, and his clothes appeared dirty
and worn. The only clean, pure thing about his figure was his
unblemished brown eyes which shined above all his other features. He
laid there on the couch appearing half dead, after watching another hour
of cartoon network. Suddenly his phone rang; he quickly got up and
rushed to his phone hoping for his lost love to be on the other line,
hoping to recover their relationship. Sadly, when he picked up the
phone he only heard the voice of a friend saying hello; he replied, â
Hello?â
âHey man, we have to do something tonight; you have been in that house
for three days! That girl wasnât good enough for you anyway, letâs
find you a real girl.â
âShut your mouth. She is perfect, I screwed this up myself. Iâll
never be able to forgive myself.â
âDude, you are goin nuts over there. Get out of the house.â
âScrew you.â
âLook I am just trying to help, donât get mad at me. Rot there if
you want; I am just suggesting you do something to get your mind off of
her.â
âAlright then, if its want you want Iâm leaving here.â
âGreat! What time should I be around?â
âIâm not going with you, and donât look for me.â
âWhat are you talâ¦â¦..â
He quickly hung up the phone, cutting his friend off in mid-sentence.
He walked to his bathroom; he fixed up his hair and shaved, and, in the
process, revealed a much more attractive man. From there he slowly
proceeded to his closet to pick out some clean clothes to wear that
night. Then he began leisurely walked out of his front door, not
bothering to lock it.
âGot to look good when you dieâ¦â he thought to himself. He then
continued to take his time while heading straight towards The Gateway to
Heaven. As he walked he noticed a man begging on the side of the road,
desperate for a penny; he looked at the man and told him, âSorry, the
sorrows of this world no longer linger on my shoulders, I am gone from
this world.â The beggar gave him a suspicious look while he walked
away. He was nearing the giant bridge now; he could see its height and
was still astounded by it. He slowly began walking along the walkway
along the bridge, slowing reaching the top. He stood to the right of the
Huge, steel pole which separated each side of the bridge and stared off
in the distance.
Simultaneously now, they stared off at the cold ocean and the stars
above. And just as concurrently they each shared a thought, âWhat is
the world without my lover? How can I face the world when I know the one
for me is out of my grasp? How can I do this alone? Life is not worth
living, love will never find me, my destined one has left me, and I am
nothing without love.â They both hung their feet over the railing,
each with a tear running down their cheek. And slowly the two broken
hearts pushed themselves off the rails and began their fall into the
obscurity of the night.
And so they fell, with freezing winds hitting their faces; they were
falling fast, and picking up speed. The young woman looked to her right
and was amazed to see a young man falling at her side staring at her in
disbelief. She thought to herself how handsome he was, the light from
the moon shining down on his face just right to reveal his pure brown
eyes. He surely was there for her, he took the plunge with her, he is a
kindred spirit. She thought to herself how stupid she had been, love
was falling right beside her.
He looked at her, realizing his stupidity right away, he thought to
himself this should not be the end of his life; he was looking at a face
with angelic features, and blue shimmering eyes which rose above the
darkness, for she must be nothing less than a holy seraphim, coming to
rescue him from a life of love lost.
They raised smiles to the other, and then they slowly raised hands to
each other and to the delight of both the other took the hand. And so
they fell, hands locked, facing the perils of the fall together. In
that moment each heart pounded in unison, exerting the beat of true love,
an emotion unrivaled by any other; they each knew it right away, they
had found who they had been looking for. True love at first sight, a
fable that proved true in the end. The moment seemed to linger for what
seemed like a lifetime to each of them; never before had they had the
motivation to feel so happy.
As they hit the plane of the water in chorus, they died instantly,
together. But do not weep for them, they found all they ever wanted in
life, true love⦠what many dream of was their reality. This is not a
tragedy; this is a tale of true love, 1000 feet above the water.
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