Pompeii Heart

This is an entry to the story of a song competition, about Pompeii by Bastille.
She knows it's coming, but she just can't let go.


1. Pompeii Heart

I close my eyes and breathe in the dust of the baron road. All I can think of is how everything is tumbling down, the ground shaking, tearing up all we built together. Our own little world crashing down to reality again. A single tear falls to the ground. I take his hand. Trying to block out the crying, screams and the rocks that shatter our hope of carrying on.

“Us, it’s just not going to work,” is what he’ll say to me and that’ll be the end. Well, I guess people are selfish. Wanting everything for themselves, love, to be loved… it goes on. Where do we begin? The rubble or our sins? To clear up what we have messed up for ourselves, would take a lifetime! I bite my lip. It’s almost as if I have been here before. In a dream? In a nightmare? Opening my eyes, I know I cannot pretend nothing is happening any more.

That nothing has changed. Because, we both know very well it has not. He lifts my hand up to his lips and kisses my fingers, softly. He looks me in the eye. “Sorry…” I gulp.

“Yes, I know.” We are silent for a while. I sigh. “How am I gonna be an optimist about this?” He shrugs.

“I don’t know, but… I guess we weren’t meant to be. It’s just we were caught up with so much else, all of our vices. That kinda stuff.”

“Uhu…” Closing my eyes, I take one last breath and reopen them onto a new landscape. The walls are all gone, protecting us from the reality we weren’t ready to face. Our world destroyed. On that park bench, by star street. Circled in cherry blossom trees, I let go of his hand. “Goodbye.” He nodded.


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