Jealousy - creative writing.

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It was a day with hot colours, when it felt that the old wet season was about to set in. In that calm atmosphere Dion was running on the beach nearly breathless, trying to flee from his troubles. The salt soaked air was filling his lungs. Under the music of the wind and the rhythms of his memories, his eyelids weighed heavily over his eyes and he felt the emptiness in his stomach.

      Dion, exhausted, sat on the sand, which was till warmed by the last rays of the sun which was about to disappear behind the promontory. As Dion looked at the magnificent sunset, he got lost in his doubts and concerns. That cursed call had kidnapped his sleep the night before. Dion kept asking himself: “What does she want?” he thought.

      Meanwhile Hannah was looking at the same sunset from the balcony of her room. She was padding her brain and her heart with the same question: “What do I want?” Hannah, a long time ago, had said to Dion that she no longer felt for him “the thrill of love along the back”. Completely sick and tired of him and their habits, she had easily been fascinated by the charm of another boy.

      But just yesterday Hannah saw him with another girl. She had an enchanting face and her skin was like porcelain. Her long coarse hair was gathered together in a braid dropped on the right shoulder. Under the thick fringe were hidden two deep hazel eyes. She was wearing Levi jeans and a white shirt which matched with her trainers. Her name was Charleene and her appearance as a child smelt of innocence.

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      Hannah kept walking in their direction, driven by the desire of satisfying her suspicions. Her gaze remained focused on the couple. Her anger was increasing step by step. The sound of her spiked high heels ticked with the seconds of her watch. Obsessed, she had been alienated from any other thought. Her mind spun, jealousy tore at her whole being. She felt the pull in the pit of her stomach. Her eyes were almost paralysed as they closely followed the movements of the couple. Hannah kept trailing them with a purposeful stride until one of her heels got stuck in the cobble-stone ...

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