A Bundle Of Contradictions

Inspired by Summertime Sadness. It's highly unedited! 
Chaos.
That’s the only word fitting the surroundings. That’s the only word fitting the events that occurred today.
That’s the only word describing her thoughts.
It’s a traffic jam on the bridge. The night is clouded, yet the grey moon is fully on display. The drivers around her are honking continuously, impatient to reach their places of destination.
As for her? She is beyond devastated.
Her hands are shivering on the black steering wheel and her gaze is on the BMW convertible ahead. Occasionally, she glances as the rear-view mirror.
Instead of seeing the bubbly, enthusiastic face that she’s accustomed to, she sees a closed woman – a young woman with eyes that look a thousand years old. A young woman who has just seen what it feels like to lose someone who had this powerful ability to consume her completely.
Her thoughts are revolving around him… his enigmatic nature… his deep, husky voice… his blue eyes – darker than the night…

So, I wrote a new story. It was supposed to be for a competition but then I found out that I'm not 'old enough' to enter the contest. 

My mum was pretty disappointed, though. 

Me? I'm fine with it. I guess I hadn't read the instructions properly. :p

However, I'm glad that I wrote this story. I've always wanted to write a saaaad story. 

I hope you like it! :) 



Amelia’s Swing Morning, 25th April, 1991 It was a nice spring day. The small village of Willborough was sunny for once. There was a pleasant breeze wafting in the air. The flowers in the Ferguson s’ yard were blooming to the fullest. Mr. James Ferguson was seated in an old rocking chair, out in the porch, immersed in reading his novel, when – “Daddy, I want a swing.”    Mr. Ferguson kept his book on his lap and looked at his five-year-old daughter. Amelia Ferguson strongly resembled her mother – she had the same fair hair, baby blue eyes and her smile was utterly unique. Her hair was – as always – braided mess…