He stands, staring at me. I broke him. I could normally fix a mess like this. But you can't really glue humans back together like broken pottery. I look away, scared to see the heartbreak on his face. I don't need to see him to know that the sadness is woven in his words, lingers like dust in the wind, and is reflected in his eyes like a full moon before a pond.
Look up. Look up. FACE THE MESS YOU MADE!
I look up to see him turn away. "Leave." He says, something in his voice doesn't sit right. "Wait! Please, I'm so sorry! Just listen to me! Give me a chance!" I scream. "Like you gave me any chance!" He turns and spits out the words. Hurt, sad, broken. "Please!" I fall on my knees, looking up at him. My vision blurs and a tear rolls down my cheek. It starts to rain, and the temperature decreases fast. "But what chance did you give me?" He says coolly. At some point I must have started looking towards the ground, because when I look up, he is gone. "Akarsha." I look around me to see who is calling my name. I didn't have time to inspect the scenery when I was too busy with him. Trees, upon trees, upon trees. It looks to me like the only spot that has a clearing is the middle of the trees in which I am standing in. The middle of this clearing is surrounded by trees in every direction for at least a twelve mile radius. The clearing is in a circle, which I find odd. No natural phenomenon that I have researched does something like this. It had to be man made. "Akarsha." I hear again. "AKARSHA!"
Author's Note: Who is the person or thing calling to Akarsha? Who even is Akarsha for that matter?And who is our mysterious "him"?
Find out on Day 2
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RomanceAkarsha is an aspiring photographer who is trying to learn how to be the best. How to succeed in life. When an Earth shaking incident happens, she will need to learn how to handle what has happened to her. She will need to learn how to fix what is n...
