“Sarah,” he whispered like the wind. “I love you.”
She didn’t hear him. She didn’t want to hear him. All she heard was the louder, more envious male voice who wouldn’t leave her alone.
He tried to say it louder but Sarah didn’t care. His voice was on mute. “I love you, Sarah!”
She looked outside, to the sunset, tears dripping down her beautified face. Mascara ran, eyeliner slanted, foundation smudged. Her Prom dress—the one she had picked out with him, not the guy next to her, pleading for her to respond—was fraying from the inside out, its ends and feathers wrapping around another, trying to keep each other in order. But nothing about this night was planned.
Finally, she hears his voice raise out of the shadows.
“Come with me,” he murmured, even softer than the wind. “I’ll be with you, I promise. This guy—this prom date of yours—wants nothing more than what you have to offer. I need it all.”
Sarah walked towards the voice, but the wind just got louder. “SARAH! Where are you going? There’s a lake—right there! You can’t swim! Do you remember how much that dress cost?”
She ignored the wind and sauntered blindly into the wavy, blue-black water. She didn’t even notice its frightening sturgeons or electric eels, lighting up in the midst of the murky, foreboding lake.
A storm was brewing. The sky was angry at the wind. There would be a duel, Sarah knew, but she didn’t care. All she wanted was him.
The wind didn’t let up. It followed her. It tried as hard as it could to get her back into safety.
“Sarah, listen to me! Why aren’t you listening to me? Where are you going? I love you, Sarah, and I vow to protect you, even if it takes my life!”
Suddenly, a lightning strike hit the wind. There was a creak—like a massive tree just broke in half—and Sarah looked back. But it was too late. There was one last moan from the wind, and then everything went silent.
She didn’t hear him. She didn’t want to hear him. All she heard was the louder, more envious male voice who wouldn’t leave her alone.
He tried to say it louder but Sarah didn’t care. His voice was on mute. “I love you, Sarah!”
She looked outside, to the sunset, tears dripping down her beautified face. Mascara ran, eyeliner slanted, foundation smudged. Her Prom dress—the one she had picked out with him, not the guy next to her, pleading for her to respond—was fraying from the inside out, its ends and feathers wrapping around another, trying to keep each other in order. But nothing about this night was planned.
Finally, she hears his voice raise out of the shadows.
“Come with me,” he murmured, even softer than the wind. “I’ll be with you, I promise. This guy—this prom date of yours—wants nothing more than what you have to offer. I need it all.”
Sarah walked towards the voice, but the wind just got louder. “SARAH! Where are you going? There’s a lake—right there! You can’t swim! Do you remember how much that dress cost?”
She ignored the wind and sauntered blindly into the wavy, blue-black water. She didn’t even notice its frightening sturgeons or electric eels, lighting up in the midst of the murky, foreboding lake.
A storm was brewing. The sky was angry at the wind. There would be a duel, Sarah knew, but she didn’t care. All she wanted was him.
The wind didn’t let up. It followed her. It tried as hard as it could to get her back into safety.
“Sarah, listen to me! Why aren’t you listening to me? Where are you going? I love you, Sarah, and I vow to protect you, even if it takes my life!”
Suddenly, a lightning strike hit the wind. There was a creak—like a massive tree just broke in half—and Sarah looked back. But it was too late. There was one last moan from the wind, and then everything went silent.
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