I just need to make it slightly longer and perhaps more interesting?? Any ideas would be amazing, thank you, just nothing too complicated; I am only 13.

Story :

She was only a heartbeat away. Her long black hair was tied up into the perfect mess and her brilliant blue eyes shone through the black make up. Her deep burgundy lips were emotionless and still as she sat looking into the mirror. The long black dress she was wearing looked beautiful in the autumn sunlight and the red ribbon around her waist matched perfectly with the single red rose lying on the cabinet in front of her. The window was open but the sweet smell of her perfume was still floating in the air.

The room was just as I remembered it; the antique furniture precisely placed, the grand piano surrounded by vintage guitars and CD’s piled up a mile high in every available corner. On top of the piano sat the sheet music for Ludwig van Beethoven’s Sonata ‘Pathétique’.
I had been expecting some things to change, but the house looked exactly the same as I had remembered leaving it only a few days before.

The only movement in the room was that of her chest as she breathed silently and steadily. I stood watching her, willing her to see me, but her eyes stayed locked in the mirror, like she was dreaming or remembering.
I moved across the open room towards the bed where the black silk sheets lay perfectly. On the small bedside table three photographs were placed in ornate frames. In each photograph there were two people, the beautiful woman and a young man with black hair and eyes that were just as dark. Beside the smallest frame was single playing card; the ace of hearts. The memories hurt as they came flooding back.
I turned away quickly. She needed to know that I was still there for her, looking over her.
I walked towards her and crouched by her side looking into the mirror. She was looking straight into my eyes but I knew she couldn’t see me and that hurt the most.

I slowly turned my head, trying hard to hold back the tears, and gently kissed her soft cheek and as I did so one solitary tear rolled down her face. She didn’t move at all; just let it fall onto the dark wood of the cabinet in front of her. The sun was still shining through the window and the tear drop glistened in the light. She blinked and I stood up, hopeful, but she looked right past me, unaware of my presence. She wiped her cheek with the back of her hand in one tender motion. Reflected in the mirror was the name ‘Ace’ tattooed in script on her wrist.
As her arm fell gently back to where it had been resting I looked at my own wrist, the words ‘We will never be apart’ were tattooed in the same script and a silent tear started to roll down my cheek.

I know about love, I was, am, in love and I know that being in love is horrible. It makes you so vulnerable by opening up your chest and your heart allowing someone else to get inside you and mess you up. For years you build up defences so that nothing can hurt you, but then one stupid person wonders into your life and you give them a piece of you. They don’t ask for it but one day they’ll do something ridiculous, like kiss you or smile at you and then your life isn’t your own anymore. Love takes hostages. It gets inside you and eats you out leaving you crying in the darkness and it hurts, not just in the imagination or the mind. I hate love.

Slowly she stood up and I lost all feeling of hope, I could never be there for her again when she needed me. ‘I love you’ I whispered as she turned and walked past me, out of the door, on the way to my funeral.

thank you.

the tag on this silk hydranga reads tuscany treasures,item #671107,made in china,retail price,.99

I made this video my way as a fashion statement instead of letting Doc influence me into ‘jumping off and making a big splash.’ I did not feel comfortable with his dictatorship, besides I might have been badly injured when I can barely walk let alone swim! Why do you think I am never without my noodles.