A/N: I was going through my documents, doing a small clean-up, and came across this. I vaguely remember writting it a while back and figured I'd put it up so my other story wouldn't be so lonely.
____________________
She sat on a chair at the far side of the room, her right foot sitting on the seat and her arms wrapped loosely around her bent knee. She was resting her chin on her knee, staring off into space as the music washed over her from the speakers all the way at the other side of the room. She slowly lifted her head and scanned the room; a few people sat at the other tables situated to the right of her, but otherwise everyone was walking about and plainly enjoying themselves. The lights were dim, but it was still rather bright, considering there were a few people playing card games and others cheering on their friends or loved ones. When her eyes fell upon one person in particular she gained a pained expression and quickly returned to resting her chin on her knee. She closed her eyes, trying to wipe her mind blank of the image.
‘Are you going to dance?’ a group of girls walked by, chatting and giggling, bubbling with good spirits. They all looked spectacular; all wearing pretty skirts and dresses that clung and hung in the right places on their thin frames. The girl had not noticed that she was watching them until she was biting her lip and staring, once again, in the direction of that person.
Quickly, she hid her face and closed her eyes. She could not look at them! It would not help her at all.
‘She looks nice,’
‘Let’s play cards!’
‘Aww, c’mon!’
The voices swirled around her as she tried to ignore it all. Why was she there? She could not think of why she may have ever wanted to come to this place. No one saw her as they passed by. No one smiled in passing, nodded their head in recognition, stopped to say “hello” and, most certainly, no one stopped to pat her on the shoulder to say “come, let’s have some fun.”
Again, the girl lifted her head and looked around the room. She felt foolish, the way she was scanning the room, almost person by person, slowly and thoroughly. She saw the person again, but before she could get her eyes to look away theirs turned to her and their gazes met. It could not have been more than five seconds, but she felt as if it were longer; an awkward feeling overcame her and she quickly turned her head away. She returned to hiding her face.
When she felt the hand on her shoulder, she couldn’t believe it. As she looked up, she felt as if the rest of the world was melting away. His tall figure towered over her, but it seemed almost comforting to have it there. His soft blue eyes bore into her own deep green ones and he smiled.
‘Thank you,’ the girl felt like crying, but there were no tears for her to shed. She wanted to desperately to talk, but no words seemed sufficient to express the unceasing joy that flowed like blood through her veins. She bit her lip to stop her mouth from opening and closing soundlessly, and with one last look that conveyed her desperate desire to tell him how she felt, the girl began to disappear. Soon the boy’s hand fell and he stood in front of the now vacant chair.
‘Thank you for caring,’ he said before he looked over his shoulder and slowly returned to the others, the girl’s face etched within his memories - forever.
____________________
For those of you who would like to hear a bit of an explanation about the story, here it is:
The girl is dead; a ghost visiting a dance or social of some kind. She was never a very noticeable person, but being truly invisible causes her to doubt her motives for lingering on earth. What she was looking for was the comfort and recognition she hadn't recieved as a living human, and this is given to her by a young man who can see her (unlike the others present). The young man happens to be the object of her affections, and getting his comfort allows her to move on. The young man at the end thanks the girl because he knows that her love was genuine - perhaps something he had been hoping to share with her.
View User's Journal
Mlle Rose's Marvelous Words
A collection of poems and short stories (mostly) that I wanted to share with others, and perhaps even get some feedback on.
 |
