Teenage-Love Bodies.

Lying on the floor, the colors of red and white. The body of teenage-love has far forsaken on who shall love. The silence that shook the body was stern. It could never be taken back. The silver sculpture that was left in his hand had now gone cold. Who would ever know why? The secrecy will still stay secret inside the beatless heart of that teenage-love body. The colors of white and red stay upon. White as in pail skin that shows the true lifeless color. Red as in the outpouring of the bloody death that struck upon him. Feeling the sting for one whole minute, and then nothing. Nothing was to move from the poor teenage-love body again. The pain is over in his heart. He let go of the one he loved. The choice that was a mistake. The only answer that seemed to resume in his head. Death. "Life is full of pain, and when death strikes you the pain is over." he thought. That was all that spun around in his already confused mind. Footsteps echo on the ground, beating against the thick yet fresh color of red that lay on the hard-wood floor. Rings struggle to bounce upon the red as the footsteps get closer. Closer and closer the footsteps get...now through the door of the living room. Three rooms away from the dramatic scene. A dress of blue and purple flutters across the rooms of the apartment. But yet, not in that one room. A scent has not yet departed from the scene. It had not happened more than ten minutes before she walked through that front door. Tears fell from her face when he broke her heart once again. Anger was all that was entering her body. Confusion in her mind. In the hallway she walked through, she noticed the cold drift coming from the closed door of the bathroom. More confusion entering her mind. Mixed with curiosity. The copper door handle, she expected to be locked, was indeed unlocked, and as she turned the warmless object it opened the door left to find tragedy right before her eyes. Eyes that let out more tears as they glanced upon the one she still loved. Inside the little room they shared many memories of; Sex. Laughter. Sadness. Pain. And now one more is added onto that list. Death. Not with one victim, but two. Two teenage-love bodies lie on the floor of that cold bathroom. It's like the gun was meant to be loaded with two bullets just as that bathroom was meant for two lifeless bodies. And that floor was meant to be flowing a thick, red bodily outpour that was meant to be mixed together to test the love of the ones who really do love. Age 18 was the innocent age meant to be the ending of two teenage-love bodies.