Must get new icons and improve writing. I'm in an artsy mood. Is that good or bad?

An empty music room. The music bounces off the bare white walls. He asks for her hand. She complies. Gliding across the wax surface of the bare dance floor, something happened. Neither of them quite knows what. A tango later, they’re kissing on a table.

Passionate music requires passionate love.

This one didn't come out like I wanted it to. D:


She shakily inhaled and clutched the flowers close to her chest. Checking herself in the mirror one last time, a soft knock rapped against the wooden door. She fought the nervousness in her voice, “Come in,”

A cheerful face peeked into the small dressing room, “You ready yet? Your husband-to-be claims you’re trying to leave him at the altar.” She laughed uneasily as she fidgeted with the front of her dress. Something had been nagging her for the past few days.

“You don’t think I’m making a mistake do you?”  She practically blurt out. Her best friend, the maid of honor, stared at her, dumbfounded. Placing her hand on the anxious bride’s shoulder, her expression changed to one of sympathy,

“Even if you were given the chance to search the world ‘til the end of time, I swear you would never find a man as good as him.” A slight smirk tugged at her lips, “This is possibly the best choice you’ve ever made in your life. …Ever.”

The bride allowed herself to smile and let out a sigh of relief, “Thanks,”

Her friend grinned and casually dismissed the gratitude before her demeanor turned somber. “But seriously, don’t ever let him go. Tell him you love him everyday and mean it from the bottom of your heart.” She gently brushed aside a loose curl from the bride’s soft face,

“A long time ago he told me that he truly loved you.” The confused bride watched her buddy fight back tears, “You get to have something so many have to live without. The rest of us get to waste time crying over broken hearts and lost loves.” She angrily wiped away the stray tears on her cheek,

“We pretend to be happy all the time just so no one worries about us, but you—”

The maid of honor abruptly looked up at the bride with a passionate look of determination, “You don’t realize just how lucky you are, hon.”

The bride tried to ask what she was meant but her voice was caught in her throat. Quickly reverting back to imitation cheerfulness, the friend swung the room’s door wide open and thrust the bride through, “Now hurry and make those wedding vows little lady!”

The young bride’s mother fussed over her daughter’s appearance as the friend silently watched,

She glanced over at the groom standing beside the altar. Sighing, she took her place in the entourage.

The music began.

“You know you’re a dork when you get inspiration from watching people play DDR.” she joked offhandedly.

“Shut it…” The other retorted distractedly. A few final flourishes later the painter placed her pencil and sketchbook down. Rummaging through the bag for the new Copics she bought the other day, she noticed her companion scribbling away in a blue binder. “You know you’re a geek when you’re inspired by DDR songs.”

The author stuck out her tongue without looking away from the sheet, “Yeah, well whatever.”

The artist discovered her pens and markers. The writer flipped to a new page.

Very few things made her as happy as hamburgers. Family was one of them. Sometimes he came before family. Sometimes he came after food. Sometimes she wished he would pick a place on her priority list and stay there.

Almost nothing came close to that feeling of uncovering the truth. Except maybe justice. And her happy temperament.

Sincere smiles meant nothing to either of them. Lightly brushing against the others hand was ineffective. Those sideways glances at the office might as well be invisible. Not because they didn’t care. But because they didn’t notice.

Maybe one day, they’ll notice.

Disregarding the fact that they are fangirls, they’re still friends. It will get easier as time passes. They can already laugh at their own folly. That’s a great start. The misuse and overuse of foreign words, however, is another thing entirely. A little prayer and a little time will fix that. Some one has to teach them to have their own opinions that actually differ from the norm, not what they think is different. Because at one point in time different somehow became the same. A little teaching, a little prayer, and a little time are all they need.

Worrying about things that have yet to happen is not fun. It’s difficult to prevent one’s self from a future predetermined by the past. It’s not as though a person can help it though. The main motivation for humans is believed to be self preservation. The only reason a human does something nice is for his or her gain. Perhaps that theory is not far from the truth. But what is the truth to man anyway? It won’t change anything. The path of destruction is clearly paved out in front of us. And the majority detests venturing off road.