THE SADDEST STORY EVERThe computer screen flashed as the refresh button was pressed once again. The girl sitting in front of the PC held her breath as the screen flickered white before loading the page once more. But after a few seconds it was obvious that the evidence was still there. It sat confidently in front of the girl, taunting her with every moment.The only light in the room was the glow of the computer's screen. It highlighted dirt brown hair that was plastered against the girl's sweaty forehead and a pair of light brown eyes that desperately searched the screen in front of her. Her hair was tied messily into a single ponytail that flickered side to side with the girl's erratic movements, her hand sweeping the mouse back and forth. Somewhere in the room, a clock slowly sliced the seconds away to midnight as the girl's right foot tapped impatiently against the carpet.Another try at the refresh button. And the still the evidence lay there, taunting. This time, the girl attacked the mouse, sending m
SparkYou gave me a sparkThat I held with both hands.Treasuring its lightThat I could barely understand.But then when you left,That spark started to burn,Scorched the walls of my heartAnd left me to learn.To be able to let goIs crucial to learn.But I refused to listenAnd so I let that spark burn.It tore down my heartAnd almost killed me.It laughed at my sorrow,Tortured me with glee.But then I couldn't standOf living with it any more,So I tried to destroy it,Told myself to stop this war.I lost the final battleBut my life didn't end there.I let it share my heart,Forgave it with one last tear.It's the only thing I have left of him,It will probably always be.That spark still lives inside me,But now it lets me breathe.