Trembling- Listen to song as you read
It’s a cold spring day, the sky gray and the wind harsh. I walk with my scarf wrapped around my neck and my hands stuffed into my wool jacket. I had been so excited to fly out to London, it had been my dream since I had first discovered my favorite musicians. I think back on all the wonderful memories and I’m glad I enjoyed them. But the past six months had been hectic and I wish I could got back to the time when I would wake up and wait for them to say hello. Even though today I would finally meet them I wish I weren’t allowed. People from twitter had finally been able to meet their idols and some where thrilled at the idea and there were others like me who wished we weren’t allowed to meet them. I shake your head as if to shake off the images and the memories and I sigh loudly. I keep walking, the day seemed empty almost too barren. The only sounds where the ones my shoes and my breath made. I scanned my surrounding and even the flowers seemed to be sleeping. I walk faster trying to get the day over with, six months ago I would have been giggling and squealing at the thought of my visit but today I was dreading the moment of truth. I made it in front of the gate, the guard looked at me and he pointed me the right way. The gravel crunched under my feet and breaths were coming in faster and shallow. My hands started trembling and my heart seemed to beat faster. I stopped as I saw my destination. I closed my eyes and tried to steady my emotions, my heart and my breath.
“Dear God” I choked out and I opened my eyes and walked forward.
I looked at them in amazement. They were here, in front of me, finally after so many months of waiting. My chest erupted into quiet sobs and the tears fell, they flowed out of me without restriction and I fell to my knees and I cried. The boys I had fallen in love with were in front of me and I couldn’t control myself. My sobs turned into desperate cries and I weeped.
“Not like this” I pleaded, my body trembles and I fisted my fist into the soil and looked up into the sky. I could almost see their smiles. Harry was looking at me with that cheeky smile, while Louis made a funny face as if to make me stop crying but that only made me weep harder.
Liam looked concerned while Zayn had the most serene look on his face, and Niall, God Bless him, he was looking at me with tears falling down his milky white skin.
“Don’t cry” His voice said into the wind and I covered my mouth, my heart exploding. This was too much. The boys seemed to become worried of Niall and he pointed at me, his eyes glistening and the boys looked at me and gasped.
Harry looked worried and extended his hand out and as I reached for it, my hand found no other flesh, and I fell face first and cried again, this time I crawled up to Zayn and hugged him…or where he now laid… in his tomb stone.
Six months ago the boys had been in a fatal accident and had all passed away. My dreams of meeting them fell to the only option and that was to meet them where they rested.
I moved on to Liam’s tomb stone and cried my heart out and then I heard a gasps and then I felt bodies next to me. I looked up and met the eyes of other girls like me. They were all hurting like me. I never had envisioned such tragedy, the deaths of the boys shook the world, millions of girls lost their salvation. Millions of girls lost their inspirations. Millions of girls lost their reason to be.
And as I sobbed my heart out and as I trembled, five angles looked down from heaven and cried with the millions who lost the five that they loved the most.
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