Fun lil short story

 There was a girl, looking out a window, beading crystals scatter down the gloom filled glass, She is dancing with a man, hair drenched fully to the bone, white silk clamps around her body, her mind is alive with a billion sparks of angst, joy, sadness and guilt, the man grabs her, lifting her angelic swan like bodice of the ground, they spin into oblivion. 

the sun shines unforgivingly into my eyes, I look over at sleeping Henry. He is the sweetest boy I know, but I am the worst girl I know, he loves me, and I will break his massive heart down into the gutters of London, where the golden dust that he is made of will perish instantly, and he will be broken, In the morning, he plays his bass guitar, the loud thumps is another reminder of the way my brother ran away, a piercing siren calling me to follow him, but I didn’t, and this man is a key to finding him.

They hug and he says he loves her, but little does he know, he is her escape. - Henry engulfs me in a hug, just like every morning, his golden brown hair cascades down into his eyes, he is warm, and I am cold. 

After a week he calls her and asks if she is okay, she is crying in an alleyway cause she misses her brother. Everything she does is to get back to her brother, she says she is fine, over and over again. - I cry, tears sting down my face, everywhere a tear hits burns and stings like acid, the phone beeping on the sidewalk next to me hums loudly and I smash my empty hand into the wall, blood dripping down into my fingernails. I answer Henry's phone call, his words are blurred and as I hang up after reassurance. I say “I am Fine dear.”

She left Henry that day, the man was left in his barn, on his knees with $100 and a ticket to Florida, where he always wanted to live, but he wanted her…

She screamed insanitys and gibberish yells as they raced across the highway, leather jacket man zipping them down the vast countryside at 300 miles per hour, they had met at a bike shop, he claimed his bike needed fixing so she rented a bike and he took her on a trip to Brighton, England, a city her brother had wanted to visit. Kissing him goodbye on the beach, she vowed to remember him if she saw him in the street, he was different to Henry, Micheal with the Motorbike, what a troubled soul. 

Joyful colours are injected into the dim sky, it is now lit by a million light lamps, the noise shakes me onto my knees as I cry in delight and grief. He loved firework night, what would he say right now? A tall lady pokes through my line of vision, she is beautiful, her tall leen scale makes her look graceful and elegant, she has the body of a swan, as she walks closer I see her angelic dangerous eyes, bright, crystal blue. She was a demon in disguise, but I already lost everything, so we become workmates, all my days now are spent with her, pierre is her name, and she is lost in a word of lies and broken trust, she needed to be nurtured so her wings were ready to fly again, but I knew she didn’t love me, she would fly away and leave me, but oh, I loved her. 

Pierre was intelligent, she discovered everything about her, her mental health state and how many people she had lied to, she never let anyone fully in to her heart, Pierre was crashing through those walls, they cried to each other every night and held each other close, they were each others anchor, the person they clinged on to for support, Pierre would leave when she was strong. Pierre apologized for the future, both knew that Pierre would leave her battered, bruised and insane. 

Two years after Pierre came into her life, a diamond ring was hidden in the drawer next to her bed, her brother was dead, he died last year, she got to say goodbye to him, I