Raging Fits of Happiness

The things that light my soul on fire.

Say it Again – Ch. 1 –  The Crow Fanfiction 

on September 22, 2015

Birds were singing as the park was glowing vibrantly in the twilight. The trees seemed to dance with life as the wind rustled the leaves. In the grass there was a man, glistening with sweat as he practiced some kind of martial art, whose jet black hair was in a ponytail. Only a few meters away, there was a young porcelain skinned woman with brilliant chestnut locks of hair, cascading over her face as she tried to capture the martial artist in his focused and determined state. She kept having to move her hair out of her way, because one lock kept falling right in front of the lens. She got one shot of him kicking, then another as he turned towards her and looked dead at the camera. She lowered her camera and waved sheepishly, looking like a dear in the headlights. He waved back and let out a rich, playful laugh that made her melt. She started walking over to him, and he kind of skipped to meet her a little bit more than half way. 

“My name is Eric,” he put out his hand while gazing into her eyes with a humble strength that weakened her knees. 

“I’m Shelly,” she grabbed his outreached hand and wanted to cry. Something about him made her feel like everything else in life didn’t matter, and the only reason it ever did was to lead him to her.
Feeling like he had found an angel, an angel that now seemed lost, he managed to ask her, “So, did you get any good shots?”

Shelly snapped back to reality, but the dreamlike fog didn’t go away.

“Um, they’re of you so I’m sure they can’t be bad.” 

Eric smiled a subtle, appreciative smile. 

She realized she was still clinging tightly to his hand, and she let go to grab her camera. She opened up the pictures and showed him. She glanced up to see what his expression said he thought of them, and he was looking right down at her, seemingly lost in thought. His face lit up when she caught his gaze and they locked eyes. The tension between them was palpable. 

“Are you hungry?” Shelly’s voice cracked a little bit as she spoke. 


“There’s a hot dog place right around the corner…unless you’re thinking something more substantial.”

“Let me get my shirt, I know of a place.”

(To be continued…)


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