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    dots Submission Name: Sound of His Wingsdots
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    Author: whchong
    ASL Info:    26 / M / Malaysia
    Elite Ratio:    3.57 - 93/43/14
    Words: 855
    Class/Type: Prose/Love
    Total Views: 743
    Average Vote:    4.0000
    Bytes: 4454



    Description:
       Conclusion to "Voice of Her Heart' and 'He Heard a Voice'.


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    dotsSound of His Wingsdots
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    All the while, he never did quite grasp what it was she saw in him. She mentioned before that he was the only one who heard the voice of her heart. Not that it made much sense but, somehow, it seemed relevant to her. Therefore, he figured it was suffice to leave it at that, which was why he did not know about the little memory that resided in her heart, on the afternoon of a fine, sunny day.

    ***


    Another end to a normal weekday after school, only, it was the end of the current school term as well. With the exams over, many stayed back to finalize their plans for the holidays. Even the fields and courts were filled with students playing while many watched on. She remained because of her singing practice, as the next one was during the beginning of the new term.

    She had hoped to be able to walk home with him that day, and maybe plan something together for the coming break. It was what she had intended to do since the past few weeks, but it never came to pass, as each were busy with their own exam preparations. Also, he needed to spend more time on his studies due to his poor grades previously. With that in mind, she found it best not to distract him. Thus, as school had ended early, it was slightly after midday when she was done. He should be home sleeping or playing some games during that time. Maybe some things were just never meant to be.

    After all the 'good-byes' and 'farewells' to her friends, alone, she carried the few books they had used to the library. Some offered to help, but she declined, as they were not heavy, and also, she needed to keep her mind off certain things. Despite the few students that were still there along the hall, it was a slow and lonely walk to the library. Instincts led her body to her destination, but her mind had never been there since practice began. The short distance was an agonizing moment for her, feeling the disappointment at the way things had turned out. If only she had asked him back then...

    As usual after every exam, there were few people in the library. All the way, her eyes were downcast as her feet walked her to the appropriate shelf. She placed the books accordingly, and started for home, when a movement by the window caught her eye. A bird had took flight, and the shadow of its wings cast by the sun was enough to distract her from her reverie. It was only a moment, but a moment was all it took, for her eyes were transfixed to the figure near the table by that particular window. A boy sat there. With his hands on the armrest of the chair, his eyes were closed as his head tilted towards the opened book on the table in front of him. He must have fallen into a slumber while reading.

    It was him. She was not far from where he sat, but for some reason, she could not move. Even though she wanted so much to just run to him and hold him then and there, she was hesitant to break the serenity of the situation. He seemed to be in a state of peace that was too fragile to disturb. All her sadness had disappeared at the sight of him; yet, she knew not what to do by her sudden change of fortune. The awkward, silent moment for her felt as if it lasted forever. Then, it happened.

    The flock of birds outside the window took off together. Softly yet surely, she could hear the sound of their mighty, beating wings. And there, against his shadow, the shadow cast by their flight seemed to illuminate him spreading wings through his back. Through it all, he remained motionless. She was awestruck by the sight, but it helped settled her. The moment passed, and slowly, she took the few, determined steps towards him.

    She went behind him, and held her hands over his shoulder to the front of his chest. Gently, she rested her chin on top of his head. His slight movement told her that he was awake. He did not jump up in panic, which meant he knew who it was. Softly, she hummed his favorite song.

    ***


    He suspected there was more to it. Maybe it was something he did, or something she thought he did. Whatever it was, unless she told him, he would never have thought of the possibility, that on the afternoon of a fine, sunny day, she heard the sound of his wings.




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      I really liked what you did structurally with this, it was a very good idea

    You have a tendency to phrase sentences awkwardly like:
    "she knew not what to do by her sudden change of fortune"
    It's kind of over-complicated.

    I was a little confused as to their relationship during the flashback; I thought that they didn't really know each other so I was a little surprised when she put her arms around him. You could make it a little clearer that they were already somewhat acquainted.

    Other than that I really liked this, well done.
    | Posted on 2008-11-28 00:00:00 | by ChildInTime | [ Reply to This ]


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