Mark's blog: "Writing"

This was something that I had to right when applying for a script writing project a long while back. It wasn't anything paid, it was just a project among friends mostly. Anyway, one thing I had to submit was a "romantic" piece. While I hate sappy stuff most of the time, I came up with a way that I didn't have to give in and adds lots of hearts, kisses, and happy endings. Well, the happy endings might have not been so bad depending on what kind ;). Nevertheless, here it is.

A leaf skittered across the hard, lifeless pavement. It brushed up against a leg unnoticed as it was ushered along it forced journey. The leg shifted uneasily as if it was anxiously waiting for something. Something it was not sure that was going to arrive. Wrapped about the legs was a large tan trenchcoat that rustled slightly in the wind. The upper portion of the trenchcoat was clutched tightly, to not only keep out the cold, but also to keep the hope from seeping out of the almost broken heart.

A hand appeared from underneath the trenchcoat to brush away a few strands of long blonde hair that obscured her vision. The hair easily went back into place, but soon slipped out from behind her ear to flow with the wind once more. Before sliding the slender hand back in to the sanctuary of the trenchcoat, she glanced at the gold watch he had given her. Not just any he, but the one that had stolen her heart. Then she thought to herself, he had not so much stolen her heart as he had accepted it when she willingly offered her heart to him. The hands of the watch pointed to 2:47. That was over an hour after the designated time. What that time designated, she was not sure of. All she knew was that she was meant to be in this spot at 1:30; whether it was for good or for bad, she did not know. Her only consolation was that he promised that if she would only wait, that he would be there.

She tucked away her hand to hide it from the cold, and her mind slid towards her memories of when she recieved the watch. It had been a warm summer evening on the beach while watching the sunset. As the sun melted into the horizon, he slipped the watch around her wrist and fastened it. On the back, engraved in small letters, were the words "eternally yours." She contemplated those words and questioned the truth of them. Were they just words and nothing more? No, she could not accept that. She could not believe that they were nothing more than words. She pushed that through away with as much force as she could muster. Those two words were all she had to go on right now. They were what kept her afloat when her world turned into a stormy sea and threatened to drown her. If she had any doubt in the words that sustained her, all that supported her would dissapear.

However time kept marching, straining her faith. Slowly but steadily draining the last of her will power. Trying to strengthen her resolve, she fondled the watch lovingly and thought of what it meant to her. While doing so, she discreetly peeked at the hands of the watch, as if hoping time wouldn't notice her uncertainty. 3:05 is what the reflective face told her. She told itself it must be wrong, that it couldn't be right. As the last ray of hope was leached from her heart, she was jerked back to reality. Two arms folded around her. At first she struggled, but then she recognized the familiar embrace. The feeling that she longed for came flooding back all at once. She relaxed as her fears melted away and calmness overcame her. This is what she waited for, this is why she existed.