Post by Tangie on Nov 22, 2007 0:54:00 GMT -5
Something new I wanted to write. I was looking at my older work "Soak up the Sun." I wrote that story when I was seventeen. My thoughts of the world and how love goes has changed a lot since then. Now at twenty, I've decided to write a sequel of this story that shows how real life can be. I'm sick right now so we'll see if this actually gets finished or updated. This is actually just a preview of what I have written so far. If you like, drop a line. ~Tangie
Friendship is flexible. Friendship has stitches that hold it together at every seam. As each hurdle is passed, the stitching loosens. The bond between two close friends is closely related to this analogy. As time wears on, the bond deepens and breaks as time progresses. Love is one factor in this situation. A bond driven so deeply between two people who love one another in two completely different aspects often breaks the seams of stitches.
Love and friendship aren’t made in terms of intertwining. Not in the eyes of an average person. Friendship and love are different forces competing for the rights of passage. These were the beliefs fueling Atemu’s beliefs. Friendship held the binding of his life. Love meant nothing. It was simply a sign of weakness. As a child, love was hard to come by. Atemu or “Yami” as he preferred, had this drilled into his head after his bad experiences with love.
Seto, his cousin often called him a “walking nightmare.” All because of the enduring past of being taken advantage of. Everything was supposed to change with the move to Domino. Yet, even now, two and a half years later, things hadn’t changed in the least. Two years previously, Yami met the love of his life, a young energetic teenager named Hikari “Yuugi” Mutou. They had graduated together after they bonded, leaving all of their disturbing memories behind. Engagement and intimacy became their fulfillments to commitment. Yet as time passed, the stitching of their perfect relationship began to split at the seams.
Eyes of darkened burgundy reflected across the clear, cold glass of the window. Spiked tricolor crowns stood proudly upon his head, three rays of thunderbolts bound to the spikes glowed in the early autumn light. A man no older than twenty-one studied himself, features furrowed in deep thought. He had been sitting on a bus, studying his features, questioning his thoughts. He had begun a new term in his life. He needed to move on. Yuugi wasn’t there, so the thoughts of his past plagued his current calm demeanor.
The younger male was his shining star. However, the star departed two years previously, attending university abroad. Long distance relations became ill weighted to the casual relations each male usually understood or loved. Yuugi promised to keep in touch by email, phone calls, letters, videos, etc. Yet, as the days prolonged, the letters stopped, the emails ended and the phone calls declined to a bare minimum of once every two months. Fights emerged, anger surfaced, and a break-up took effect.
The days of ‘Aibou’ and ‘Desert Rose’ ended with a simple click of a cell phone’s dial tone. Love wasn’t able to mend this broken relationship. Maturity had taken form. Yuugi’s commitment ended the day he left the city, attending the dubbed ‘god awful university life.’
Slim fingers trailed across frosted glass, marks forming after each impression. Eyes closed, brows furrowing in deep thought again. A Frown set in stone, a typical expression for the stoic Yami. He pulled his coat around himself, shivering as the bus came to a stop. He walked briskly down the steps, boots hitting the slushy watered-down snow puddles. His jacket blew against him, cold air coming into direct contact with darkened skin. Chill bumps lined every inch of the man’s back, hair standing on end.
Attention drifted towards the reasoning of his destination. A small coffee shop on the corner of the street stood in front of him, bright lights inviting the man to scurry into its warm depths for a calming latte.
Friendship is flexible. Friendship has stitches that hold it together at every seam. As each hurdle is passed, the stitching loosens. The bond between two close friends is closely related to this analogy. As time wears on, the bond deepens and breaks as time progresses. Love is one factor in this situation. A bond driven so deeply between two people who love one another in two completely different aspects often breaks the seams of stitches.
Love and friendship aren’t made in terms of intertwining. Not in the eyes of an average person. Friendship and love are different forces competing for the rights of passage. These were the beliefs fueling Atemu’s beliefs. Friendship held the binding of his life. Love meant nothing. It was simply a sign of weakness. As a child, love was hard to come by. Atemu or “Yami” as he preferred, had this drilled into his head after his bad experiences with love.
Seto, his cousin often called him a “walking nightmare.” All because of the enduring past of being taken advantage of. Everything was supposed to change with the move to Domino. Yet, even now, two and a half years later, things hadn’t changed in the least. Two years previously, Yami met the love of his life, a young energetic teenager named Hikari “Yuugi” Mutou. They had graduated together after they bonded, leaving all of their disturbing memories behind. Engagement and intimacy became their fulfillments to commitment. Yet as time passed, the stitching of their perfect relationship began to split at the seams.
Eyes of darkened burgundy reflected across the clear, cold glass of the window. Spiked tricolor crowns stood proudly upon his head, three rays of thunderbolts bound to the spikes glowed in the early autumn light. A man no older than twenty-one studied himself, features furrowed in deep thought. He had been sitting on a bus, studying his features, questioning his thoughts. He had begun a new term in his life. He needed to move on. Yuugi wasn’t there, so the thoughts of his past plagued his current calm demeanor.
The younger male was his shining star. However, the star departed two years previously, attending university abroad. Long distance relations became ill weighted to the casual relations each male usually understood or loved. Yuugi promised to keep in touch by email, phone calls, letters, videos, etc. Yet, as the days prolonged, the letters stopped, the emails ended and the phone calls declined to a bare minimum of once every two months. Fights emerged, anger surfaced, and a break-up took effect.
The days of ‘Aibou’ and ‘Desert Rose’ ended with a simple click of a cell phone’s dial tone. Love wasn’t able to mend this broken relationship. Maturity had taken form. Yuugi’s commitment ended the day he left the city, attending the dubbed ‘god awful university life.’
Slim fingers trailed across frosted glass, marks forming after each impression. Eyes closed, brows furrowing in deep thought again. A Frown set in stone, a typical expression for the stoic Yami. He pulled his coat around himself, shivering as the bus came to a stop. He walked briskly down the steps, boots hitting the slushy watered-down snow puddles. His jacket blew against him, cold air coming into direct contact with darkened skin. Chill bumps lined every inch of the man’s back, hair standing on end.
Attention drifted towards the reasoning of his destination. A small coffee shop on the corner of the street stood in front of him, bright lights inviting the man to scurry into its warm depths for a calming latte.