Dark Thornhill

Dark Thornhill

Abby Schuler, Writer

It was a dark and gloomy night where the Typical Edwards family would spend the evening inside , they decided to go to town hall for dinner. It was very odd that they left their homes on a Thursday evening. Jacob Edwards was thinking about Lillian Cooper again. Lillian was a cold-blooded goddess with beautiful, blue Eyes and soft, kissable lips, but whenever Jacob thought about her all he could feel was pain. Jacob walked over to the window and reflected on his cold surroundings. He had always loved  Thornhill with its tall mountains and clouded skies. It was a place that encouraged his tendency to feel sad, but also healed it at the same time. Then he saw something in the distance, or rather someone. It was the cold-blooded figure of Lillian Cooper. Jacob gulped. He glanced at his own reflection. He was a vain, forgetful, alcohol abuser with pale skin and a buff structure. His friends saw him as a mighty, mysterious man. Once, he had even saved a Kitten that was stuck in a tree. But not even a Vain person who had once saved a grim Kitten that was stuck in a tree, was prepared for what Lillian had in store today. The Snow flurried like someone shaking a snow globe, making Jacob upset. Jacob grabbed a peculiar Rose that had been strewn nearby; he held it tight as she was approaching. As Jacob stepped outside and Lillian came closer, he could see the slight smile on her face. Jacob glared at her with the wrath of an angry wild horse. He said, in hushed tones, “Why are you here?”Jacob looked back, even more upset and still fingering the peculiar Rose. “Lillian, I’m hurt but I still love you. I really want to work on things, I don’t want to hate you.” he replied. They looked at each other with Gloomy feelings, like two strangers making eye contact at a holiday Party. Jacob studied Lillian’s deep, blue eyes and soft Lips. Eventually, she took a deep breath. “I’m sorry,” began Lillian in an apologetic tone, “but I don’t feel the same way, and I never will. I never meant to hurt you…”Jacob looked tragic, his emotions raw like a teeny, tense mouse. Lillian could actually hear Jacob’s emotions shatter into a million pieces. Then the cold-blooded goddess hurried away into the distance. Not even a cup of alcohol would calm Jacob’s nerves tonight.