A Game of Hide and Seek

She shivered. The icy wind, as cold as her heart, danced around her, sending goosebumps down her soft skin. The lifeless wind continued its assault on the lonely girl, freezing her delicate hands, her fragile feet, and her frosty soul. The fierce attacks from the wind soon evolved into an onslaught of rain. Water continually pouring, the rain refused to stop, its crystal water droplets striking the freezing girl at various angles. The humid wind picked up again, now swirling around her. The sounds of thunder echoed through the forest and ripped through the serenity of the once calm forest. The flashes of lightning racing through the dark sky could be noticed. The temperature started to sink like the Titanic. The girl shut her moon like eyes as tight as she could, as wet tears slid down her peppermint cheeks. She could feel the icy cold wind blanketing her, like a demon giving her a tight squeeze. She could taste the crystal water droplets, which were plain and bland, as empty as a blank sheet of paper. Her sight, however, was as dark and empty as her soul, as her eyes remained closed. She sighed. Happiness was difficult to find. It was like trying to find a needle in a haystack. It was the feeling she craved, the feeling that she would never have. She’d never find it; happiness was the best player at hide and seek. But she would constantly find happiness’ twin: sadness. Sadness and happiness were siblings, they were like fire and water. One made your soul empty, and the other made it full of life, spilling eager feelings devoid of misery into your soul. That was something she would never experience. She would only feel sadness, the sorrow, as misery was shoved into her fragile soul, at the tip of being broken and shattered. The continuous attacks from the infinite sky wouldn’t stop; she couldn’t take it anymore. But finally, the attacks paused. A second later, she opened her eyes slowly, registering the barren sight in front of her. It was as barren and empty as a ghost town. Body rising, the shivering girl got up, but immediately fell down into the soft snow. She couldn’t get up; her soul refused. Devoid of everything, the girl’s soul was empty, cold, yet as fragile as a crystal. She was the crystal water droplet, striking and giving intolerable pain. She was the frigid, icy, and cold wind, as lifeless as herself, as lifeless as her soul. She gave herself the intolerable, the terrible, yet pleasurable pain. Pleasurable pain. An interesting way to describe this feeling. As soon as she realized it, the assaults from the wind and rain resumed. However, this time, along with the painful feelings derived from the attacks, she felt painful pleasure, and pleasurable pain. Her heart resounded with intense feelings, again and again, as her desires spilled out and enveloped her. Her soul however, would always remain empty, devoid of any feelings except pain, sorrow, and misery. But now, she felt complete; her soul complete, but hollow inside, knowing that happiness would never be found in this difficult, mind-blowing, and twisted game of hide and seek

Discussion (2)

  1. The A.C.

    Once again brilliant descriptive language, especially in describing this one moment. I look further even more now to reading a more expanded story from you, just to see how much you can do with a longer story. As it was also mentioned in the comments of your other story, breaking this up would not only make it easier to follow while reading, but it would also give more impact to the separate thoughts. Great though, I am glad you added another.

    1. Asuka Aisaka Post author

      Thank you so much! I’ll break up my next story into paragraphs; I myself am getting lost too while I edit. I’m currently working on a short story, and I’ll add that on when as soon as I finish. 🙂

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Discussion (2)

  1. The A.C.

    Once again brilliant descriptive language, especially in describing this one moment. I look further even more now to reading a more expanded story from you, just to see how much you can do with a longer story. As it was also mentioned in the comments of your other story, breaking this up would not only make it easier to follow while reading, but it would also give more impact to the separate thoughts. Great though, I am glad you added another.

    1. Asuka Aisaka Post author

      Thank you so much! I’ll break up my next story into paragraphs; I myself am getting lost too while I edit. I’m currently working on a short story, and I’ll add that on when as soon as I finish. 🙂

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