The Approaching Curve (357 hits)
Category: RomanceRating: -0.44 on 10 reviews (Rate this item) (V)
Submitted by Aesthetic (View user info) at 2006-09-03 18:03:29 EDT
The music played with a calming frequency as we made our way through the night. He sat driving along the country road staring straight ahead sleepily, just managing to keep control of the black Audi TT. The speakers inside gently seeped the sound of ambient keyboards and light percussion, creating a seductive soundtrack to our midnight drive through the curtains of blackness towards no set destination. My head was a race of thoughts, memories and plans for the future. I swallowed guiltily, to cowardly to put my thoughts into words. With a deep breath and outwards sigh I leant my elbow up on the edge of the car door, shivering slightly at the cold harsh touch of the window, a touch that reflected the icy conditions in our immediate extremity. Salt stains and fingerprints from past trips littered the glass, and streaks with melted snow cascaded down it's length on the outside.
The music pulsed louder in our silence, yet it was gentle, like the far away squeal of a pot of boiling water. Ahead the skylight was glowing faintly with vague hints of an impending dawn, and yet the car carried on driving down the painfully straight stretch of road. He hadn't so much as turned the wheel two degrees in the last twenty minutes, yet nor had we spoken. The snow outside picked up again, and the music carried on playing its soundtrack to our night. Then unexpectedly he spoke,
"Why are you doing this?" He spoke as if not expecting a response, to be coldly ignored. His voice penetrated the still air of our speechless drive, so silent my heart had jumped with his first word.
"I'm not doing anything," I said, but I didn't even believe that myself. I turned back to staring out at the cascading snow for just a second, this is what's best for you, for me, for us, or maybe just for me, I thought as a tear formed in the pit of his eye. The music poured through the speakers and we were losing ourselves in the cadence. As I stole a quick glance at him he looked down momentarily and closed his eyes for a bit longer than a standard blink. And then he was crying. Then he was shouting. Then I was shouting, and now pouring confessions, having no answers, no solutions. Hell, we barely even knew the questions.
"Slow down," I shouted, repeating myself more calmly when he didn't oblige. "Slow down, or you'll kill us both." He looked at me, his red, tear-stained eyes staring straight through me. Then he was shouting again.
"Please give me the wheel!" I rose my voice above his, yet again my words had no effect. I knew I was meant for a life somewhere else, away from this, but he was going to steal both of our hearts tonight.
Our cracking voices became part of the music, and the car pressed on faster through the night. As our voices lowered the cadence again overtook the air. He sped up the car, faster as up ahead he saw there was a curve approaching. He made no indications of slowing.
As we were, so perfect, so happy, they'll remember your smiles cause that's all they've seen. Long since dried, when we're found, were the tears in which we had drowned. And they thought we were so perfect, so happy.
Written from a song of the same name by Rise Against.
User Reviews
Submitted by shitfuck (user info) at 2006-09-03 23:49:55 EDT (#)
Ranking: -2
Emo makes me fucking die.
Submitted by Maltese (user info) at 2006-09-03 21:42:59 EDT (#)
Ranking: 2
Here's a +2. Now go +2 my post within the next 30 minutes or I will -2 you.
http://www.ubersite.com/m/92586
Submitted by goferforhire (user info) at 2006-09-03 19:59:26 EDT (#)
Ranking: -1
you'll get over it
Submitted by Amontillado (user info) at 2006-09-03 19:12:53 EDT (#)
Ranking: 1
I've seen worse.
Submitted by corn_nugget (user info) at 2006-09-03 18:58:02 EDT (#)
Ranking: -2
Since when does a pot of boiling water "squeal"?
I mean, first off, the lack of paragraphs is tiring, but really, who cares about paragraphs when the writing is this poor?
Submitted by Aesthetic (user info) at 2006-09-03 18:57:16 EDT (#)
Ranking: 0
Well I was expecting all the n00b stuff.
I only realised after posting this that it was all in one block. It didn't look so bad in word.
Get over it.
Submitted by Axolotl (user info) at 2006-09-03 18:15:40 EDT (#)
Ranking: -2
Huge blocks of text make the baby Jesus weep blood and vomit.
Submitted by UnderOathMeal (user info) at 2006-09-03 18:09:17 EDT (#)
Ranking: 0
halo thar n00b
Submitted by maiorano84 (user info) at 2006-09-03 18:07:37 EDT (#)
Ranking: 0
Your name is rather ironic.
Mostly because this post looks like dogshit. Fix it.
Submitted by Cinderblock (user info) at 2006-09-03 18:07:26 EDT (#)
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Y HALO THAR FIRST POST