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Steve Burke - Legend Unfolds |
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Based on a true event that happened mid 2004.
The rain was apparant, not simply light shards that dashed the floor. The scene was set with the fog and buildings surrounding, a typical urban setting. A city.
In the interior of this large metropolis lay a bench. One amongst many, of course. But on this bench sat a boy.
The boy was sat there, waiting for somebody. His dark brown hair turned a darker shade by the elements as he waited.
Not long had he waited, of course. But the severe power of the elements had torn his original appearance, for his guest, to shreads.
He didn't mind, though. The person he was meant to meet was worth the time outside, regardless of the consequences upon his health.
He stared down at his arm and rolled up the sleeve of his jumper.
2:50pm. Ten minutes early, still.
He looked across and down the road. An endless blanket of a light shade of grey swarmed the distance, cars slowly fading away. He'd hope they made it okay.
"No."
"It's only fog. Don't be silly", he thought.
He paused.
To his left, a tall girl, only slightly older than himself, slowly approached the bench. She looked around, a lost gaze upon her face. The rain so cold she found it difficult to form a welcoming expression to the boy in front.
She sat down. Her clothes soaked through from wandering aimlessly. Her long, darkened blonde hair thrown across her face from the wind.
Silence.
Time went past.
The boy waited.
The girl scruffled through her pockets, drawing out a small mobile phone.
She squinted to make out the display, sighed and forcefully placed it back into her other pocket.
Time went past.
Though he could not see it, the boy heard the girl sigh and sniffle gently.
On her pale face, amongst the drops of rain, a tear trailed down. Too insignificant to see, but at the same time filled with the feeling of dissapointment.
She looked over, inadvertedly avoiding direct contact with the stranger next to her. She was trying not to cry, trying her best.
Too late. It was no use. Another quick look at the phone and her stifled cries came out. Her bare hands, already beaten by the cold, made attempt at drying her eyes, but they instead covered her face as they came faster.
The boy couldn't help but stare. What was wrong? Has something happened to her?
What to do? Approach her? Ask her?
He hesitated, and simply kept himself to himself as the girl sat there in tears.
The rain became stronger, in quantity and in strength as it slowly felt like needles were dropping lightly onto the skin.
A horn sounded. The boy looked to his left.
Two glaring lights slowly emerged from the misty distance. A small car drove up and stopped by the bench.
The boy looked over at the girl, who was facing away, still struggling to stop the crying.
He slowly got into the car.
The car drove away.
The boy sat there, inside and now warm. The rain pelting against the glass windows. He caught a last glimpse of the girl, sat outside, not knowing what she was feeling.
The next day, the boy walked past the same bench. The weather had improved, but the rain was still prominant.
The bench was absent of any person.
Something caught his eye.
Stuck under a leg of the bench was a torn newspaper page.
He bent down and unwraveled it. He was barely able to read the text as the rain had smeared the print.
But the headline remained legible.
"LOCAL GIRL DIES AFTER SUICIDE ATTEMPT".
A picture was under the title. A tall girl, looking happy, with long blonde hair, smiling with her family.
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