Here is a few shorter stories/poetry I have written!

HER

In a world so full of nothing, I didn’t believe anyone had a heart. Not until I met her. I loved her smile and laugh. I loved the way she lit up every room she walked into. Even the sun blushed in her presence. She was so perfect, but no one can be so perfect. Maybe she was too perfect. No one could be so flawless and not have anything to hide right? But there was always happiness behind those brown eyes. And yet, I was beginning to think something was off. She had a model life. Two parents with high-paying jobs, a big house, and fancy cars. Sisters in college and brothers starting companies. She was next to show the world just how amazing she could be. I believed she could outshine them all. If not with her looks, then with her brain.She always had a test to study for or another teacher to email about a grade. Something about those A’s made her face shine all the brighter. I wanted her to be happy. I wanted to help her and show her it was okay. She didn’t need to try so hard to be someone she already was, or at least to me. To me, she was already perfect. But she never let me. To her, I was just a study buddy. I was nothing more than a good friend, someone too good at math to be in such a small school. I’d reject every offer to leave if it meant I could still be at her side. I couldn’t abandon her. Not when she didn’t know how much she meant to the world. If no one else would show her, then I would have to, but how did you show someone how every flaw they see in the mirror, you saw as more reasons to adore them?If I could understand what she saw as a negative, I could teach her the positive output it had on the world. Or maybe the negatives didn’t have an effect at all. Perhaps the errors in her mind didn’t exist to anyone but her. How did she manage to cope with that? She just seemed to smile. Smile through whatever was bothering her. Bad grades always took away that beautiful smile on her face and the spark in her eyes. Whatever was tugging her down would suck the life out of her. But even with her sorrow, I still saw how stunning she was.Today seemed darker. The sun gave off a dull yellow, and the birds outside didn’t hum their songs. Her smile wasn’t there as she sat across from me. She took longer than usual to talk to me about her day. It hurt seeing her like this. I know I wasn’t who she wanted to confide in about her worries. Who else could listen to her and understand? I’d been there too. I’d been too caught up in my image to see what was around me. To see the leaves falling from the trees or hear the birds singing their songs while I got ready in the mornings. She dug me out of the hole I’d put myself in, so why couldn’t I do the same for her? I began to speak about my day instead, hoping she’d at least be interested in something I said.She stood soon after I began, muttering something about needing to practice before running off. I couldn’t stop her. I stayed there for a while. I wanted to return the help she had given me without notice, but I didn’t know how to help. What did she do for me that I didn’t do for her? I tried texting. I calmed her down before and after big exams, but nothing seemed to matter. I wanted to mean more to her, but it seemed impossible. I was doomed to fight a losing battle. One that has already been lost. I just couldn’t seem to let go of it. I wouldn’t be able to live with myself if something happened to her, and I could have fixed it. I carefully grabbed my belongings and began to walk back toward the music room.I could hear her violin from down the hallway. After every wrong note, she would pause, then soon start again. Carefully, I slid open the door. She sat in the middle of the stage, staring at the music before her. She started the song once more. I began to walk closer to the stage. I tried to stay quiet but I bumped my leg against a chair. She paused for a moment before continuing, like she didn’t care about anything anymore. She was so willing to ignore what could be the answer to her questions. But even then, I couldn’t make her speak. All I could do was listen. I sat in one of the soft chairs, putting my bag between my legs. She continued to play. Mellow music filled the silence in the room. Even with her mistakes, I found the piece to be symphonic. A smile began to form across my face as an idea crossed my mind.I stood from the chair, walking quickly up the stage stairs to her side.“Iris?”She jumped at my words, turning quickly to look at me. Before she could speak a word, I spoke up again.“You’re as beautiful as your music.”

follow the stars.

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