Be Still, My Heart

[silvershadowbeliever]

A friend of mine wrote out a dream I had the night before last. I know I didn't write it but I still want to show it off (I'm so proud of her and everything she writes). :)
Without further adieu...

Emily's eyes scanned the room when she heard rain pelt the window. She was hesitant to leave Tom's arm and abandon the warmth and comfort she felt by solely being next to him, but the rain intrigued her. It always had. Yeah, there was the whole water cycle, but there had to be something more to it. Water didn't just fall randomly out of the sky. Then again, maybe it did. No one knew. She could hear Tom beginning to breathe heavily, but he wasn't asleep yet. Lightning crashed outside, causing his eyes to shoot open and his grip on her to tighten.

The blanket rustled when Emily moved her feet to push it away. Tom watched her intently. She could see the thoughts racing through his mind. Are you leaving me? You can't leave me now! She made her way to the window and watched the drops splash onto the grass. The humidity in the air inside was palpable, she could feel it. He could see the rain falling down the window in a reflection on her face. Lightning and thunder cause the house to shake and her face to illuminate. He gulped heavily. The sky was opaque, the moon could not be seen because of the clouds that hung delicately in the night sky. The navy blue, almost pure black sky. Stars didn't have a presence either.

Emily glanced at Tom who had shifted in order to watch her. His jaw tightened and he swallowed with fear. She chuckled softly at him. How could someone be afraid of thunder and rain? They had to be two of the greatest things ever. Aside from him. Her feet became cold when she stepped onto the hardwood floor off of the rug. He sighed with relief, watching her.

Tom's stomach jumped with excitement as Emily's hands gripped the top of the blue comforter and pulled them up to his chin, as a mother would do to her small child. She just wanted to be there for him and be able to give him what he needed; and right now, he needed her. Her knees hit the mattress next to him and he saw a smile spread across her cheeks. She had stolen his heart, and easily. He had been with other girls, but none of them were like her. She didn't care what anyone thought about her, and she didn't even have to try to be cool, she just was.

Emily placed her head back on Tom's arm, where it had originated. She could feel the fear leave him. His eyes closed slowly. She could tell he was trying to go to sleep again. Her smile grew when she watched him, he was gorgeous. Her heart stopped, why did she deserve him? She closed her eyes and scooted closer into him. "Goodnight," she whispered.

[xMusiicLuv]

WOW it's really good!! :shock:
tell your friend that she's a really good writer!!

MEHR??!!!!bitte

[silvershadowbeliever]

WOW it's really good!! :shock:
tell your friend that she's a really good writer!!

MEHR??!!!!bitte

I will! ^_^

That was actually the whole dream... but I can post one of her other stories, if you like?

[xMusiicLuv]

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BTW.....sorryyyyyy that it took sooo long to answer !!!!!!! sorry soryy

[silvershadowbeliever]

YAYAYAYAYAYAYAYAYAYAYAYAYYAYAA




BTW.....sorryyyyyy that it took sooo long to answer !!!!!!! sorry soryy

Oh wow! I'm sorry... I completely forgot about this thread! Dx

BUT Since you said you want more of her writing... here's something else for you.


I could feel his breath trace the curves of my neck and his arms hung tightly around me. My heart stopped and sank directly into my stomach. Why was this guy making me so nervous? I couldn’t stand him!…Right? “What?” I managed to choke out. “Why don’t you look happy? Everyone else does,” he manifested. “Because I’m not,” I said bluntly. “Why? Don’t you want to be here?” His voice made me melt, practically literally. And oh, those eyes! “Not really, I mean there are worse places,” I paused, “but there are better.” I could tell that I sounded like an idiot. My hands started to shake as his mouth neared my ear, “dance with me,” he whispered. The way he whispered was so beyond understanding, so full of ardor, passion, so…exotic.

My heart began to pound with so much ferocity, so much fierceness, that I became precarious. I swallowed nervously when he stepped in front of me and grabbed my hands, pulling me to my feet. “What? No,” my eyes widened. “Why?” his fingers entwined with mine and I followed him helplessly. “I, you can’t, my,” I stammered. “ ‘I, you can’t, my.’ What?” I could feel the resistance seeping out of my pores, “why are you doing this?” “Why does it matter?” he stopped and faced me. “I don’t know,” my sanity deserted me. I had finally realized how absolutely…impotent I was, I was thoroughly helpless, when I was close to him. He was unbelievable and I was just confused.

The bass from the music pulsed through my shoes and into my feet. My black Converses moved one step closer to his white and black Etnies. No, you’ve got to stop! You can’t stand him. Just run, I thought, but something was holding me immobile. My eyes fluttered closed as he pulled me closer, but I quickly jerked away. “No, I don’t want to do this,” my body began to shake with nervousness and excitement. “If you didn’t want to do this, you wouldn’t.” Was this guy trying to make his voice sound so seductive or was it just naturally that way? A cold, hard knot stopped in my throat when he grabbed my waist, “dance with me,” he whispered again.

I tried as hard as I possibly could to form coherent words, “uhm, I don’t, this- is, and you.” No one had ever made me word vomit like this before. I mean, yeah, I’ve had it before, but not like this. “Just don’t talk,” he commanded. I felt my whole body shiver when he put my hands just under his shoulders and on his chest. I was absolutely incapable of movement, I was stuck. “Feel the music,” he began to move. The song was upbeat, so it wasn’t like I had to be slow. I began to move with him. “There you go,” I could see him smile. I had no real reason to feel weird because he had pulled me away from everyone else. We were isolated…alone. My eyes closed when the music intensified.

“I love you,” his voice overpowered the music. “What?” my breathing became shallow. “I said ‘I love you,’” he stepped closer to me. “No! No! No, no, no, no, no. This can’t be happening I can’t stand you! I don’t like you,” I hyperventilated, “This will never work. You’re just- I mean, you’re, uhm, amazing. I don’t-.” I was forced to stop talking when his index finger pushed against my lips and he pulled me against him. “I love you,” he paused, “it’s safe to say it back.” “I, uhm, I,” words escaped me. I had no clue whether to act on impulse and say it back or to be smart and say ‘no.’ I had always been told to follow my heart, but at this moment, “I love you, too.”

I had no clue why I had even said it back. Infatuation had turned into disease, and I was more perplexed than I had been in a long time. The awkwardness of the next few moments was overwhelming. Then, there it was. He smiled at me. Misgiving fell into me, then I looked at his eyes; and it all vanished. He hugged me tightly, and my head rested on his chest. There they were…butterflies.

[xgennevievex]

You guys are amazing

:]

[silvershadowbeliever]

Aww, thanks Paz. =]
*huggles*

[xMusiicLuv]

OMG I totally forgot about this!!...I don't know why cos I loveee it!! Are there any more stories???

[silvershadowbeliever]

OMG I totally forgot about this!!...I don't know why cos I loveee it!! Are there any more stories???

There certainly are! She's writing all the time. In fact, she just wrote this one yesterday:

A film of tears covered my eyes while I inserted my key into the door. This headache was almost unbearable. “You’re here,” I heard him in my room. “Get out,” I ran into the bathroom and fell to my knees. “Oh, no,” he said, running in after me so he was able to restrain my hair. The tears in my eyes slid down my cheeks. I coughed repeatedly and a horrific smell filled the room. His free hand sat on my back and I heard him whispering, “you’re okay, it’s okay.” My whole body shook when I fell to the ground. My head hit his leg and I wiped my sweating face with the towel that was nearest me. “Hey,” he smiled gently, “I think you’re sick.” “Was that supposed to be funny?” I stammered, my voice shaking with my body. “I just wanted to see you smile,” he whispered. “Thank you,” I replied. “Come on,” he grabbed my hand and helped me up, “is your headache gone?” “You’re still here aren’t you?” I glanced toward his hazel eyes. “Funny,” he said while I sat on my bed with my head in my hands.

“Hey, look at your computer screen,” I felt him tap my back. I saw the DVD menu screen, “Titanic, that’s one of my-,” I began. “Favorite movies, yeah, I pay attention,” he interrupted. “You know,” I elbowed his side, “you’re not as lame as I thought you were. What else do you know?” I picked up the bottle of Advil when he started the movie. “Well, your favorite candy would be Gummi Bears, you love Coldplay, have plans to marry Teddy Geiger, and your favorite flower is an Iris, purple to be exact,” he smiled. “You’re kind of a stalker, aren’t you?” I took the two pills. “No, I called your best friend so I could be totally prepared,” he pulled a bag of Gummi Bears out of him suitcase and I noticed that there was a purple Iris sitting on my pillow. “You’re full of surprises,” I chuckled. “Oh, am I?” he flipped the light switch, making the room dark, “and?” “And what?” I adjusted myself so I was sitting comfortably. “Do you like it?” he sat next to me. “I don’t know yet,” I bit my bottom lip. “Oh,” he whispered, “and you only bite your lip when you’re really happy.”

Time flew by and the movie had credits rolling down the screen. “I think that that movie is way too long,” he sighed, “but I love the ending.” “When she drops the necklace into the water?” I glanced up toward him. I noticed that I had shifted so much during the two-and-a-half-hour long movie that my head was resting on his shoulder and his arms were wrapped around me from behind. His head sat on my pillow, “no, the part when it fades out and I get to look into your eyes again.” “You’re pretty good at pick-up lines aren’t you?” I smiled. “No, I’m just trying really hard to make you like me. I guess it’s not working, is it?” his hand moved up my arm. A knot fell in my throat, I thought I didn’t like him, but maybe I did. His eyes shifted nervously and I felt his heart beat faster, “do you want to listen to music? I brought some albums,” he picked up his C.D. case from the floor. “No,” I grabbed his hand in a desperate attempt to keep him that close to me. “Do you want me to sing?” I heard him smile. “What would you sing?” I crinkled my nose when I smiled back. “Your favorite song,” he replied, matter-of-factly. “What’s that?” I raised my eyebrows.

My stomach did flips when he began to sing Iris by The Goo Goo Dolls. “Wow,” I chuckled, “impressive.” I continued to smile almost uncontrollably, “you’re too amazing.” The way he sang changed when he grinned at me. I continued to listen when his mouth came closer to my ear. He poked my side softly, so I grabbed his hair and tugged lightly. I closed my eyes when he tightened his arms around me. I was crushed…but in a good way. “I love you,” he stopped singing so he could whisper to me. “Good night,” I shook my head, because I didn’t need to say it back, he knew I did. I stroked his arm softly. “Can I watch you sleep?” my hair shifted under his hand. “You don’t have to ask,” a chill went up and down my back when he kissed my cheek. I felt his breath against my cheek and down my back, then I fell asleep.

I sighed when I lifted my eyes open. The purple Iris was sitting next to me. My eyebrows furrowed and I sat up nervously. “Hello?” I called. I knew that if anyone was here, it’d be him. My parents were both at work. I closed my eyes, then looked at every flat surface in my room, hoping that there was a note. --Nothing. So, what? You tell me you love me, then you leave me? I felt my eyes become wet again. Anger overwhelmed me and I grabbed the pillow that I had been sleeping on. My fingers shook when I drew the pillow over my head to throw it at the wall. Calm down, maybe he’ll come back. Maybe he didn’t leave you. --Maybe he did.

[xgennevievex]

I'm totally jealous of her writing skills

^_^

And her dreams

[xMusiicLuv]

that was such a sweet story...