OK, so I’ve listened to Nelly Furtado’s song All Good Things too much and I’ve got the tune in my head. A good time as ever to start writing a fiction tale, since I’m stressing and I need a destressor and I’m feeling creative 
Leigh-San came up with the partial idea while on the bus today, but it has been tweaked around (I did say the story was workable :P) and here comes a short story just before I go shower.
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She sat at the beach, looking into the sunset. The wind was as cold as she could remember. She clutched her knees together as she recalled her past.
The sunset’s pretty colours amazed her. How such a big thing could hide for the night while the moon came out and lit the sky. The last of the sun rays peeking out behind the clouds just captivated her attention.
She did not notice the people around her. The man with his Dalmatian, walking leisurely along the beach.
“Beautiful day, isn’t it?” The man asked her.
She just smiled at him and nodded her head.
She could not remember why she had came to the beach, only to be reminded of her pain. Beautiful as the sunset may be, it was something that brought great pain to her.
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That’s all I’ve got so far. The plot didn’t get past the person being British-Chinese and her name is Sierra. Lolz. Don’t ask me why, it’s Leigh-San’s idea! He hasn’t plotted out the bigger picture yet
Her hand grazed her collection of eye shadows, finally resting on the silver one. She applied it to her lids with expert strokes.
She layered the mascara on, making sure that her lashes looked as long as possible.
Her make up was subtle, yet enough to warrant a second look from a man. Not just any man. Him.
She had her eyes on him for a while, watching his every move, not in a stalker-like fashion, but keeping her eye on him.
They’ve met before, each time with him showing interest in her and waning off. She was beginning to think she was wasting her time with him. But something inside her told her to stick with him. He was perfect.
Till one day, he called her. Asking to meet at a suburban bar, on a Friday night.
Finally, something. She thought. In the pits of her subconscious, she didn’t feel right about this meeting. But she was going thru with it anyway.
Here she was, getting ready. For him.
She got into her car, drove to the bar and waited. And waited. He was 30 minutes late.
She looked around for any sign of him, raising her eyes to the entrance ever so often. There was a man beside her, glancing at her by the sides of his eye. It was clear he fancied her. She had already refused his 2 offers of drinks, wanting to keep a clear head when she met him.
And there he was. Walking in with another woman in his arms. They seem to know each other well, hand-in-hand, looking cosy with each other.
Anger burned in her. She tried to catch his eye, but he was more focused with the woman at hand. When they did glance, he looked happy to see her, even with the other woman on his hand.
She couldn’t bear seeing them together like that. She turned away from him and to the man next to her. Asked him if he wanted to buy her a drink. He agreed. A strawberry daiquiri. They talked and she flirted with him.
He came up to her and sat down. Trying to say hello. All she gave him was a frigid stare and refused to talk to him. He tried to explain but she would not listen. The one time where she thought she had found The One, she was hit by cold reality.
He gave up and went away with his companion.
She was holding back the tears and went home after a few drinks.
The next day she received a letter under her door. It read:
I don’t know what I did to you last night that made you ignore me. I brought my sister along, I wanted to show her what a beautiful person you are and that I thought you were perfect for me. I know we haven’t known each other for long, but there is something special about you that I can’t put my finger on.
I know I might have stepped out of boundaries, but I was going to propose to you last night. I don’t know why but it just feels right.
But seeing you with the other man just broke my heart. I do not think I can bear the pain seeing you with him.
Clearly you do not feel the same way about me. I think it would be best if we do not see each other again.
Tears rolled down her cheek. How could she have acted so rash.
It was over.
They say not channelling your resources and focusing our energy on trying to be creative helps to be creative. Go figure.
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She sat in the darkness, waiting for the first ray of light to pierce through the glass. She let her thoughts wonder back to the pleasant memories she had stored. The memories that lit up her heart with the warmth of a thousand suns.
The time when they sat in the silence and tranquility of the night to stare up at the heavens. No words were spoken, it wasn’t needed. Understanding existed between both their hearts. Basking on the twilight with the man she adored was all she could ever ask for.
Till the day he left.
That memory brought a tear to her eye, that ran its course down her cheek.
How could have God taken him from her? How could she ever live life again?
She left her warm spot on the window sill. She could not bear living anymore.
Meeting him in heaven has occupied her thoughts for most of the past 3 months. But there were so many questions lingering on her mind. Existentialistic thoughts have been forcing themselves into ther fragile mind. Each time, making her ponder the worth of life without him.
3 months. The longest time she has ever grieved for someone. Someone she loved.
She knew, he was The One. Yet life was so cruel to wrench him away from her.
Today was the day. The day that would change things forever.
Calmly she prepared her things and took her place at the window sill again.
She put a letter on her desk, detailing the reasons why she was doing what she did.
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Okay, I think that is all I can do for today. For some reason I just felt like writing stories all over again.
Do tell me what you think, I want to know your thoughts and opinions on this.