Those several weeks passed in a blur, and soon enough the weeks turned into months and the months became years. Sometimes, she felt better. Other times, she slipped back into those black moods where nothing could touch her at all, only she never felt so bad that she looked for another way out. Not again. She did well to remember George’s words. It would—and did– always hurt, and yet it was beautiful. Always, always beautiful. She’d had the words tattooed onto her left arm, and whenever she felt herself falling, she would run her fingers over the black ink and remind herself of where she had been, and of the one that had rescued her. It had been more than one of course, for all the animals had played a part, and yet it had been him who had found her in the darkness. And what became of our dear George? It’s hard to say for sure. The animals could tell you, but alas we wouldn’t have been able to understand their tongue—not in this time and place, anyhow. What is known is that George lived as he had done at the block of apartments until one morning in the spring, quite out of the blue, he simply vanished. X was distraught, and yet, strangely enough, she knew that one day their paths would meet again. She wasn’t sure how she knew, but she felt it in her gut, and although she missed him dearly, she knew he was still out there, no doubt helping some other lonely soul who had veered too close to the edge. She also knew that she would see him again—the one who had broken her heart. She made no effort in reaching out to him in much the same way he didn’t reach out to her. She wasn’t able to quite explain it, but it was there in that sensitive gut of hers. Some vague understanding that one day there would come a time when all their paths would cross in some great dance. And so the years turned like pages in a book, and although she became as lost as a leaf in the breeze, the vision of that great dance crystalised in her mind without her even knowing.
A Journal for Damned Lovers UK
A Journal for Damned Lovers US
Categories: Lucid
Author S. K. Nicholas 
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That’s my love sound 😛
Haha! I’m privileged that these words elicited such a sound 😉
Just a question, did you get the idea from me getting my tattoo, or was it always going to be added.
I’d had it in mind for a week or so truth be told, but I did enjoy the pic of your tattoo. It looks very cool 🙂
Thank you.
pain is beauty and beauty pain. the pendulum. the great equalizer. Loved this.
That’s exactly it!
So pleased you enjoyed this one 🙂
Beautiful episode… I have to catch up on previous installments, ”real life” sometimes gets in the way, and I fall behind with my reading 😉
Thank you!
I’m very thankful that you try to make time to read these pieces. That you do makes me a happy man 🙂
Your stories are always a good read… It is a pleasure to be a regular visitor 🙂
That’s very kind of you. I’m so pleased you enjoy reading them 🙂
And so the years turned like pages in a book, and although she became as lost as a leaf in the breeze, the vision of that great dance crystalised in her mind without her even knowing: I’m simply pointing out these lines as favourites, but this whole piece was very touching and, actually, I don’t think I have the right words to describe how good it was. I’m glad I went back to find it.
I’m ever so pleased you enjoyed these lines, and that you took the time to go back and read them.
X, or should I say Prudence, has become a true pleasure to write about. Having spent so long writing from a male perspective, to follow her lead has been something else. It touches me that you enjoy her footsteps too 🙂
Very much and you’re doing a great job writing her. I really don’t want to miss anything from her story
I’m so glad to hear that. It makes me want to try even harder to write her in a way that keeps you entertained x
Is it hard, writing from a woman’s POV?
I think the main thing is in wanting to sound genuine. I’ll always write from a genuine place, and yet there’s a certain fear of not wanting to sound fake.
I would have that fear too. I have written as ivy and as a lake, but never as a man.