SIJING'S,★

Sunday, June 19, 2011 @ 4:39 AM

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Windows .
"They are the eyes , to your soul ."

Snow float lazily down , onto the streets , onto the roofs , onto everything , making them as mysterious as can be . She sighed heavily as a yawn overcame her causing her to spill the hot chocolate onto her hands . Pulling the blanket closer to her , she reached for a napkin . "It's too cold ." she mumbled under her breath as her cat , Moon , settled down quietly near her feet . Seconds passed by and he was getting drowsy . What's taking her so long ?

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" He practically ran back home , despite all the snow , he managed to reach home without falling flat on his face . He considered dropping by the other's house but he opted out . He knew the younger one would prefer their windows . It was more romantic , she said . After slipping into his house with his dancer's grace , he whirled around the house in a blur of blue and white . "So many things to do , so little time ." he complained adorably to his cat , Sun , Moon's twin , as she sat , cross legged on the counter looking adoringly at her owner .

He pulled open the door childishly labelled "Warning . Danger ." eagerly . Finally he was done , and he draw open the velvet curtains to the window and peeked diagonally downwards at his love's closed windows . He called out her name , not the name she was famous for , on radio , but rather , the name he known all his life ; Taylor .

He heard the distinctive sound of someone falling off the bed and a soft "oof" before the shutters were pulled open and his angel's face appeared , their smiles mirrored each others' . He'd talk about everything under the sun with her , and they , they were happy . "

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Taylor stared at the empty windows , the velvet curtains drawn . The two cats sat on either sides of her rubbing their heads against her cold calves , staring wide eyed at the windows too . She slumped against her windows and slide down to the floor , her fight with tears , lost . She wrapped her arms around her chest , clenching her fists in pain as their memories and broken promises swirl around her head , refusing to go away .

"Let's go to Venice someday !"
"We'll go on our anniversary alright ?"

"Jayson , we'll become the best singer and dancer of the world right ?"
"Won't stop till we get there , love ."

"Jayson , I love you ."
"I love you too ."

"How long do you think we'll stay together , Jayson?"
"Forever , love . Forever ."

She tightened her arms around her chest , trying , trying to hold herself together , to stop falling apart . Her heart , it felt broken . Her dreams , shattered . Why ? Why Jayson , why ?
"Your windows , they've never felt this empty ."

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So sad right , the story . I was random clicking and saw this longer version of a drabble I wrote like god knows how long ago . My writing not bad , eh ? LOL bhb xD I think I wrote this for my form teacher in Primary 6 , cause there was his comment at the bottom , the comment that I never did understand till I see it now . LOL show eu , see f you'd understand when you were like 12 . Been so long since I saw my teacher , wonder how is he . Kinda miss him . Sorry bout the messed up fonts . Stupid blogger TSK .

Mr Toh :

I have to admit, it took me many times of reading your drabble to fully understand what was happening. It's like a mix of present-tense, past-tense, and then back again to the present. I also take it that Jayson died? It was very emotional when you mentioned their past memories, I thought that was bitter-sweet. But, more importantly, I really liked how you used the word "window" as a symbol for much more than what it's meant as. For example, like the quote you used , "The windows to the heart?" have a similar meaning . I feel like the symbolism you tried to convey in your one-shot was that the objective window stood for their memories and time spent together. And the last line you wrote, I almost get the feeling that not only Taylor can never speak to Jayson and make more memories, but also, as if she now feels empty inside without him. Overall , I think its pretty good. Keep up!

Past memories . They mean so much more than the eye could see.