"Sitting and staring blankly into the computer screen.
Feeling an incredible sensation that made him crushed on the inside, like as if he had been hit by an enormous fist, right in the gut.
What he saw had been a total blow to him.
She seemed so suitable, so saturated in beauty both on the outside and the inside.
As all humans, she wasn't perfect. But in his eyes she was the most beautiful thing he had ever layed his eyes upon.
Getting to know her was an experience that was so enticing and enjoyable that it almost seemed like he was oblivious to any trouble in the world whenever he communicated with her.
As if their hearts had simply connected like the many oceans of the Earth.
Any physical imperfection on her was blatently blocked out by his eyes as he marvelled in her inner beauty. Her character was one of great joy, happiness and heartwarming love.
As perfect as it seemed, he knew that things couldn't possibly be so perfect.
True enough, after a long browse through the large expanse of information known as the internet.
His heart had been broken into several million pieces.
Unable to believe what he has seen, but still impacted by the very message that had been portrayed to him in such a short and sharp manner.
As if he had been stabbed in the back by a small dagger.
Slowly pulling the life and joy out of him that he had been building up all this time.
He stood up.
Feeling weary, but still swiftly proceeded to grab his guitar and walk out of the front door.
He found himself among the stars.
Sitting on the roof of a multistorey carpark.
How peaceful.
Above him, dozens of stars twinkled brightly in the dark night sky.
In concert with a seemingly omni-present moon,
The sight was brilliant.
He wished he could join them in the sky.
He began to play a beautiful serenade.
One that speaks of love, forgiveness and sorrow.
He allowed himself to shut his eyes.
Allowing himself to fall into a dark abyss, accompanied with song and the sounds of air flowing past his ears.
He sat for hours.
He began to sing.
The message of the song as torn and broken as the experience he had just gone through.
Together with the music from his guitar, he performed a beautiful symphony for the stars above.
It was synonymous with beauty. Till the stars themselves wept.
As always, the music was like a platform that carried him away from his troubles.
Soon, every trouble had left him.
Singing in the back of his head, but never to appear to trouble him again unless the situation provides it.
He returned home.
Closed his eyes.
And fell asleep once again. Dreaming of her again would hopefully not come to pass."
Written by ME *points to self*
NO stupid mindmapping was done
NO ripping from other stories was done
NO, NO NO NO, planning was done
I sat down, began to type, and let myself flow.
That's how i write my compositions.
Goodnight.
