[This piece of writing is based on a true story. It is a story which fills sympathy in some of us who've abandoned much time for video games]
The humid surface of the black, leather chair and solid black wooden desk stamped the fingerprints of Evan's hands, slowly faded away by the cool air conditioner next to him. For sixteen hours now, Evan sat in the same spot playing video games, looking forward at his glimmering screen. The sound of the keyboard tattered across the room and rebounded back to Evan's ears, for which only darkness and the light of the screen filled the room. As the aluminum doorknob turned, the voice of Amora entered the room, a beautiful young girl who had the eyes of a blue guardian of the crescent moon.
"Evan, you've been playing on that game for way too long, now.", Amora said frustratingly. She turned on the light, and took off the headset on Evan's greasy hair. "Did you hear me, Evan? I told you two hours ago that we're going out for dinner and you still haven't done anything."
As Evan turned to her, he gave her a look for taking his green headset off his brunette hair. "I heard you the first time, and I told you I'm busy." he replied tiredly.
Amora crossed her arms and stood next to Evan; "Look, I've had enough with this gaming and if you're going to keep this up, I'm going to become stressed out and-", a tear rolled down her face as she was speaking. "Evan, I don't have much time to spend with you.". She wiped her face with the touch of her fingers and sat on the bed behind Evan's chair.
Evan looked at the floor with guilt, legs crossed in his chair, and hands slowly reaching down to his lap. "...I can't do anything about that, Amora...". He took off his glasses and placed his right hand into his face in sadness.
"Remember when you used to play the guitar everyday? I loved to listen to you play, and I used to sing along with you. Why don't you play the guitar anymore? Why can't we be normal couples?" Amora asked softly. She placed her left hand on Evan's shoulder softly.
Evan looked up at her in confusion, with a depressed look, he replied, "I don't know, I just have better stuff to do than guitar and singing, I guess.". Looking ashamed of himself, he moved Amora's hand off his shoulder and put the headset back on.
Amora slowly brought her arm back to her hip and walked out of the room, and she softly closed the door on the way out.
The next morning, Evan went out of his bedroom for food. He checked the living room and kitchen to see if anybody was still in his house. In the kitchen on the granite counter, he found a yellow sticky note that said "Please eat the pasta I made for you, I went home by myself. - Amora". Of course, Evan took the note, threw it away and went back to his bedroom to play more video games. In the hallway next to the window at the far end, Evan saw a long, black, and curved bag. He unzipped the bag halfway, and took a deep sigh. It was his acoustic guitar he'd never touched for months, with the red glittery heart sticker pasted on the fifth fret on the Spanish cedar fret-board. Once again, Evan had guilt in his heart, because of the memories he had with the guitar, how he loved to play the guitar for Amora. The smell of the guitar's neck smelt like Amora's strawberry and honey blossom perfume, which Evan had given her on their first anniversary. He thought about the time he'd spent with Amora, and decided to clean up his mess. Evan started organizing his soda cans from his dusty desk into the recycling bin, having a shower for the first time in twelve days, and cleaning his bedroom of odors and leftover food. He thought it was a good day to show Amora he could change himself for her.
About thirty minutes of cleaning later, He wanted to write a letter of sincere apology to Amora. Evan went to his bedroom and cleared his desk of the keyboard and mouse, and slapped a piece of paper and pen onto his desk. He wanted to apologize of his lack of attention for Amora and the amount of trouble he'd caused in their relationship. Evan wrote about how much he wanted to change himself and become a better person with her help, and wrote a promise that he'd never abandon her like last night. It was perhaps the most mesmerizing letter he'd ever written in a long time; as him and Amora used to send love letters to each other every night.
"Dear Amora,
I've been thinking about what you said last night while you were at my house, and I've realized that our lifespan isn't as long as I thought, and I really wanted to say that I'm sorry for not spending enough time with you for awhile. I've been really selfish lately, and the internet community has really gotten me deep into my own world, a world which I can only imagine alone, but I wanted you, Amora Seriya, to be part of it, because I can't live a world without you. I wanna be a changed person, but I want to do it with you. I'll promise to never abandon you again."
A knock on the front door was given, and Evan rushed to see who it was. As he opened the door, red and blue lights were flickering outside of his window. Two police officers in navy blue jackets were at the front of his doorstep, hats in their hands, and posture kept tightly tall.
"Are you, Evan Woods?" asked one of the police officers.
"Y-yes, I am Evan.." he replied. He let the door open as he stood straight with the letter in his hand, and when the officer told him what happened, his hand clutched the letter.
At the cemetery, Evan stood straight above the gleaming coffin, within the leafless trees and cold temperature, holding red roses and a crumpled letter. As tears rolled down his face, he'd realized how much grief was placed around the people he truly cared about. The cold cloudy sky blew Evan's black tie and brown hair towards the coffin, and the pedals of the roses fell onto the coffin. Pedal by pedal, Evan regretted the last words he'd said to her. He regretted neglecting her attention, her love, and her careness.
Evan stood over Amora's tombstone. It'd said, "Amora Seriya - 1989 - 2014. Victim of cancer who died in a car accident, may her soul be in peace.". There was a long, black and curved bag on Evan's back, and an unread crumpled letter in his right hand. Evan sat down next to the tombstone, placed the letter next to the dead roses, and unzipped the long black bag. Slowly placing his fingers on the frets, he strummed the rosewood acoustic guitar in a very emotional tune. As he strummed more decently, he opened his mouth, and started singing Amora's favorite song. As Evan closed his eyes, the dead rose pedals fell and the wind blew Evan's hair towards the yellow sky.
"I'm sorry." Evan softly cried, as the warm tears rolled down his cheek, chin, and unto the ground of brown leaves. He closed his eyes and the red roses fell out of his hand.
Rest in peace; May 25th, 2014
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Certainly lives up to its title, very much experimental and diverges from what we usually see on this sub forum. I like that about it. The prose is good and the descriptions were detailed. Characters were compelling. Ending was genuinely tragic. Good job! 8/10
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The humid surface of the black, leather chair and solid black wooden desk stamped the fingerprints of Evan's hands, slowly faded away by the cool air conditioner next to him. For sixteen hours now, Evan sat in the same spot playing video games, looking forward at his glimmering screen. The sound of the keyboard tattered across the room and rebounded back to Evan's ears, for which only darkness and the light of the screen filled the room. As the aluminum doorknob turned, the voice of Amora entered the room, a beautiful young girl who had the eyes of a blue guardian of the crescent moon.
"Evan, you've been playing on that game for way too long, now.", Amora said frustratingly. She turned on the light, and took off the headset on Evan's greasy hair. "Did you hear me, Evan? I told you two hours ago that we're going out for dinner and you still haven't done anything."
As Evan turned to her, he gave her a look for taking his green headset off his brunette hair. "I heard you the first time, and I told you I'm busy." he replied tiredly.
Amora crossed her arms and stood next to Evan; "Look, I've had enough with this gaming and if you're going to keep this up, I'm going to become stressed out and-", a tear rolled down her face as she was speaking. "Evan, I don't have much time to spend with you.". She wiped her face with the touch of her fingers and sat on the bed behind Evan's chair.
Evan looked at the floor with guilt, legs crossed in his chair, and hands slowly reaching down to his lap. "...I can't do anything about that, Amora...". He took off his glasses and placed his right hand into his face in sadness.
"Remember when you used to play the guitar everyday? I loved to listen to you play, and I used to sing along with you. Why don't you play the guitar anymore? Why can't we be normal couples?" Amora asked softly. She placed her left hand on Evan's shoulder softly.
Evan looked up at her in confusion, with a depressed look, he replied, "I don't know, I just have better stuff to do than guitar and singing, I guess.". Looking ashamed of himself, he moved Amora's hand off his shoulder and put the headset back on.
Amora slowly brought her arm back to her hip and walked out of the room, and she softly closed the door on the way out.
The next morning, Evan went out of his bedroom for food. He checked the living room and kitchen to see if anybody was still in his house. In the kitchen on the granite counter, he found a yellow sticky note that said "Please eat the pasta I made for you, I went home by myself. - Amora". Of course, Evan took the note, threw it away and went back to his bedroom to play more video games. In the hallway next to the window at the far end, Evan saw a long, black, and curved bag. He unzipped the bag halfway, and took a deep sigh. It was his acoustic guitar he'd never touched for months, with the red glittery heart sticker pasted on the fifth fret on the Spanish cedar fret-board. Once again, Evan had guilt in his heart, because of the memories he had with the guitar, how he loved to play the guitar for Amora. The smell of the guitar's neck smelt like Amora's strawberry and honey blossom perfume, which Evan had given her on their first anniversary. He thought about the time he'd spent with Amora, and decided to clean up his mess. Evan started organizing his soda cans from his dusty desk into the recycling bin, having a shower for the first time in twelve days, and cleaning his bedroom of odors and leftover food. He thought it was a good day to show Amora he could change himself for her.
About thirty minutes of cleaning later, He wanted to write a letter of sincere apology to Amora. Evan went to his bedroom and cleared his desk of the keyboard and mouse, and slapped a piece of paper and pen onto his desk. He wanted to apologize of his lack of attention for Amora and the amount of trouble he'd caused in their relationship. Evan wrote about how much he wanted to change himself and become a better person with her help, and wrote a promise that he'd never abandon her like last night. It was perhaps the most mesmerizing letter he'd ever written in a long time; as him and Amora used to send love letters to each other every night.
"Dear Amora,
I've been thinking about what you said last night while you were at my house, and I've realized that our lifespan isn't as long as I thought, and I really wanted to say that I'm sorry for not spending enough time with you for awhile. I've been really selfish lately, and the internet community has really gotten me deep into my own world, a world which I can only imagine alone, but I wanted you, Amora Seriya, to be part of it, because I can't live a world without you. I wanna be a changed person, but I want to do it with you. I'll promise to never abandon you again."
A knock on the front door was given, and Evan rushed to see who it was. As he opened the door, red and blue lights were flickering outside of his window. Two police officers in navy blue jackets were at the front of his doorstep, hats in their hands, and posture kept tightly tall.
"Are you, Evan Woods?" asked one of the police officers.
"Y-yes, I am Evan.." he replied. He let the door open as he stood straight with the letter in his hand, and when the officer told him what happened, his hand clutched the letter.
At the cemetery, Evan stood straight above the gleaming coffin, within the leafless trees and cold temperature, holding red roses and a crumpled letter. As tears rolled down his face, he'd realized how much grief was placed around the people he truly cared about. The cold cloudy sky blew Evan's black tie and brown hair towards the coffin, and the pedals of the roses fell onto the coffin. Pedal by pedal, Evan regretted the last words he'd said to her. He regretted neglecting her attention, her love, and her careness.
Evan stood over Amora's tombstone. It'd said, "Amora Seriya - 1989 - 2014. Victim of cancer who died in a car accident, may her soul be in peace.". There was a long, black and curved bag on Evan's back, and an unread crumpled letter in his right hand. Evan sat down next to the tombstone, placed the letter next to the dead roses, and unzipped the long black bag. Slowly placing his fingers on the frets, he strummed the rosewood acoustic guitar in a very emotional tune. As he strummed more decently, he opened his mouth, and started singing Amora's favorite song. As Evan closed his eyes, the dead rose pedals fell and the wind blew Evan's hair towards the yellow sky.
"I'm sorry." Evan softly cried, as the warm tears rolled down his cheek, chin, and unto the ground of brown leaves. He closed his eyes and the red roses fell out of his hand.
Rest in peace; May 25th, 2014
If you like the story, please comment or green arrow it. Story may be improved.
Like fantasy? Like Minecraft? Check out a blend of the two here! Fall and a Rise: A Vanillacraft Tale!