“I love you, Maria.” Thomas said wistfully, a ring in the box he held as he knelt on one knee.
“Thomas, no—oh my.” Maria said, surprised that Thomas bought a big diamond instead of a smaller, dainty one.
“No…?” Thomas asked, standing up. “My love—“
“No! I mean yes! Why would you spend so much on a big diamond though. A small one would’ve been fully okay without me being upset.”
“For you, my dear.” Thomas slid the ring carefully over Maria’s left ring finger.
“Oh Thomas, I love you so dearly.”
“As do I, darling.”
Celia’s journal entry for March 2nd, 1932: Dear journal, I believe today may just be another day. I’m turning 15 but it doesn’t feel special. Matthew hasn’t even laid an eye on me. I’m starting to give up hope. Maybe he doesn’t like me back, wouldn’t that be terrible! He doesn’t seem like a great person to date anyways, right?
Matthew’s journal entry for March 2nd, 1933: Celia, oh Celia. Todays your 16th birthday. Or it would’ve been if the crash never happened. I miss you. I’ve fancied you for years now, you’ve always been so ravishing. The Great Depression has kept me in a depression but oh Celia, I do dearly miss you. The sight of your eyes as green as emerald. The smell of your heavy, rich perfume that reeks of a flower meadow. The touch of your hand when I accidentally graze it. I’m rabid for you my darling, and I will never move on.
How could she stand up there, on the stage, a big smile on her face, knowing I deserve that crown? It did fit well above her straight blonde hair. I could feel her ocean eyes piercing my soul, cutting through the rigidness of my anger. Her fairly tan skin went well with the lighting. Would my skin look well with it? Her wide smile was like a cry, her pearl white teeth pleading for her to feel this feeling of winning forever. She can’t win forever, can she? All I need is her thin waist, her blonde hair, and her appearance. And of course not to forget, her piering bright ocean eyes. But there she stands, on stage with a crown and shash.
Bye my darling, for I must leave. My heart shall blossom on the tallest trees. For now the cherry blossoms might as well rot. But my dear, my love will not.
I apologize for my terrible deeds, for being stupid and being a reed. But for now my beloved, I must pass by. As I slowly fade away once I float to the sky.
Just a reminder for when you may be discouraged, through your pain will you flourish. Even with me gone and unable to help your bad days, I’ll belong in your heart and help you find a way.
And once faced with the sharpest of blades, do not worry, even if my empty shadow casts a shade. Stare down to the place where I’ve been stabbed. I’m sorry my love, but I must pass.
3000 years after the world basically collapsed into pieces. You may think we rebuilt ourselves but we were never able to. Everyone had to resort to either being a trash collector or home builder. It’s the only way to pay bills. After the big disaster, the world just became a burning pile of rubbish. At least humans are still alive. After the disaster, we thought all hope would be lost, but it is still lost or will we eventually find happiness again?
I can demonstrate the feeling of pain easily. It’s what I have felt my whole life. The most heart-crushing, most bone-breaking hurt ever felt. Pain often would incapacitate my thoughts, clog my brain. No matter where I would turn, no one could help, no one could relieve me. Rather than trying to find help and get rejected dozens of times, I find it easier to solidify myself, tearing myself away from anyone and anything i’ve ever loved. Being alone in a battle can destroy your dignity, it can burn your body like a raging flame. I guess it’s a good thing I like playing with fire.
