• Watching the sunset as it sets in the sky wondering, if life can go on. I take a step towards my window, as the glass kisses my cheeks. It feels cold against me, more cold than I already am. I then hear a knock at my door, it was my friend, Lance. He came in and saw me at my window, wondering what I was doing. I then turned to him, with my worry eyes, trying not to cry. For what I just witnessed was murder. The body was still lying there, untouched. He came running to me to comfort me, putting his arms around me. The person who was killed was my mother. Not long after, the police came, they started asking me some questions, I was still shaken up, so they let me rest for the night. Lance was about to leave, but I tugged him on his shirt, signaling for him to stay. He understood and slept on the couch, while I just sat there watching him sleep. The next morning, he had made me breakfast , which was sweet of him. When he left, I was thinking about the relationship Lance and I had.

    At the age of five, when I put my eyes on him, it was like the man I dreamed of. As we grew closer to each other , we became friends. In the seventh grade, he asked me out, surely I said yes, for by that time I was in love with him. When we got to high school, our relationship grew stronger, nothing was able to come between us. Right after college he had proposed to me, but I said no. I didn't want to be married after school, I wanted to be free, no worries, careless. Though, he had proposed to me just last weekend, so our relationship has gotten to an awkward state.


    I shake my head, as I try to forget everything that has happened in the past , things including Lance, and the murder. I decided to take a walk around central park, the fresh air should make me feel much better. I was wrong, the fresh air didn't help, and everywhere I look, it saddens me. I see mothers walking with their children, or I'd see boyfriends with their girlfriends kissing, it makes me hurt inside. As I am walking, I wonder if I had made a bad decision, but I must forget about it, and go on with life. I then hear my cell phone, strangely enough, it was Lance. He asked if I was ok, and wanted to know if I wanted him to stay for the night. Seemingly I said yes, company would calm my mind, even if my mind was going crazy about him.

    I finally decided to go home, it was getting chilly outside, and I didn't bring a jacket. When I arrived home, I saw Lance's car parked outside the garage, and he greeted me. Lance had made me a homemade lunch, turkey sandwiches. We finished lunch, and all he wanted to do was talk. He whispers my name, "Delila", into my ears, making me shiver. Asking me questions as to if I am alright. I always answer yes, but he didn't think that was good enough. He finally stopped and gave up, but now, he is holding me. Saying things like never wanting to let go, and to never loose me. I don't know where he is going with this, but I let him hold me for as long as he wants, because it's not doing any harm. Nighttime came, so we went outside to look at the stars, it was such a beautiful sight.

    When we went inside, we got ready for bed, this time using an actual bed to sleep on, rather than the couch. As I lay there in his arms, I couldn't sleep, I was thinking to much. I kept tossing and turning, Lance never woke up. So I decided to take a drive down-town, rather than just lying here. I arrived to my favorite restaurant , "The Seasoning". It was fairly busy, but they always had a seat reserved for me no matter what. I sat there looking at the people eating, as if I was some sort of stalker. After a while, I figured out why I wasn't able to let go of my past. My past was all around me. Hovering over me every single day until now. I need to escape, to be free like I've wanted, be careless.


    ~Yes i know.I am not finshed.Please just enjoy this and if you want SOME of the rest than comment me.~