A Lost Love Story
ok so i started writing this story awhile ago and it just so happens that after keeping it to myself for years my little brother picks it up and reads it thinking it was my journal ha ha right? well he said it was one of the best things he had ever read which is saying something considering he doesn't read much so i figured id give it a try on here and if it works out who know maybe one day ill be as big as j.k rowling or Stephanie Meyer :) and if not oh well ill still have you guys for support!
Idrils are women of Power and Wealth.
Idril woman hold their head up High and Proud.
Idrils make no mistakes.
Idril woman don't cry.
Yet here she was Crying on her bathroom floor the marble walls taunting her and silent tears rolling down her beautiful, tear stained face. Her fingers knotted in her startling fire,red hair. She hiccuped once the sound echoed through out the room bouncing off the walls that taunted her so and gradually fading into nothing
She was in love. Paighkan Idril was so in love it hurt every time she thought of him her heart clenched painfully, and every time she saw him, her whole body seemed to light on fire she could always feel the blood rush to her cheeks as she blushed...
He Hated her, she didn't blame him, he was everything she was brought up to hate a man with no money, no life as her grandmother would tell her but she was in love with hi,\m. she wished he would see her as something other than a money hungry female. oh how she wished for that.
It was impossible to get him off her mind. He was like lingering perfume after the bottle had dropped and broken on the floor. Even when you open the window up wide, the smell never completely goes away.
What was wrong with her? She was an Idril for gods sake! a symbol for woman everywhere. By now the tears had dried on her face. She didn't know how long she was in the bathroom, and she was very tired. Paighkan got up and walked to the sink turning on the cold water, leaning down and splashing her face with it. she looked up at the mirror and starred at her refection for a long, long time.
She wanted him so.
As she clumsily walked from the bathroom to her room then to her desk she opened up one of its drawers and pulled out a thick journal shed never wrote it but had for several years. Sitting down and opening it at the same time she was tired yes but had to get somethings off her chest knowing her grandmother or mother would scold her for such thoughts about a man and about a Tacy no doubt! So she picked up a pen and began to write filling the pages with her story of Love, Pain, and Lust .
Idril woman hold their head up High and Proud.
Idrils make no mistakes.
Idril woman don't cry.
Yet here she was Crying on her bathroom floor the marble walls taunting her and silent tears rolling down her beautiful, tear stained face. Her fingers knotted in her startling fire,red hair. She hiccuped once the sound echoed through out the room bouncing off the walls that taunted her so and gradually fading into nothing
She was in love. Paighkan Idril was so in love it hurt every time she thought of him her heart clenched painfully, and every time she saw him, her whole body seemed to light on fire she could always feel the blood rush to her cheeks as she blushed...
He Hated her, she didn't blame him, he was everything she was brought up to hate a man with no money, no life as her grandmother would tell her but she was in love with hi,\m. she wished he would see her as something other than a money hungry female. oh how she wished for that.
It was impossible to get him off her mind. He was like lingering perfume after the bottle had dropped and broken on the floor. Even when you open the window up wide, the smell never completely goes away.
What was wrong with her? She was an Idril for gods sake! a symbol for woman everywhere. By now the tears had dried on her face. She didn't know how long she was in the bathroom, and she was very tired. Paighkan got up and walked to the sink turning on the cold water, leaning down and splashing her face with it. she looked up at the mirror and starred at her refection for a long, long time.
She wanted him so.
As she clumsily walked from the bathroom to her room then to her desk she opened up one of its drawers and pulled out a thick journal shed never wrote it but had for several years. Sitting down and opening it at the same time she was tired yes but had to get somethings off her chest knowing her grandmother or mother would scold her for such thoughts about a man and about a Tacy no doubt! So she picked up a pen and began to write filling the pages with her story of Love, Pain, and Lust .
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nice